Yesterday, as I was driving back to school for Parent Teacher Conferences, after making last minute arrangements for people to take care of Katie and Jimmy, because I completely forgot about Conferences, I remembered years of my Dad admonishing me to “Think AHEAD!” and I realized all of a sudden that this was not a new problem.
I hate thinking ahead. I really hate it. I don’t like to make plans and arrangements and it is always getting me into trouble. It’s why I have so much trouble with regular meals, and why I have trouble finding time to work on my classes, and why I am missing Abby so much these days. I could call on her at the last minute and she could often help me out.
I’m wondering if this is one of those things you really have to figure out how to do in order to be a grown up. It makes me feel very grouchy inside, like it’s the last straw of responsibility.
I don’t quite understand it, because I like making lists and goals and even elaborate schedules. But thinking ahead to plan how some day is going to go, that is the part I don’t like.
There are some advantages to my natural nonchalance. It goes very well with the farming life. Making plans is just plain foolishness with farming, because you never know what the weather or the machinery is going to do, or when the farmer is going to need to do something right this minute, or when something that should take a minute will take five hours, or vice versa. So in that sense, it’s a very good thing, but I also suspect that it’s something I ought to work on.
So, responsible friends, any tips? (And do you all hate it too, you're just better at being a grown up than me?)