What's The Plan?

Growing up I loved to roller skate. I believe I had four or five Crystal Palace birthday parties in a row. I adored almost every aspect of that place, including the cute workers who wore black and white striped referee shirts (why did they wear those?). There is one part I hated: limbo. I never cared to know how low I could go. I would play because everyone else would, but I was always so anxious to get to red light/green light or the hokey pokey, because let's face it, that really is what it's all about.

I still hate limbo or being IN limbo. And that stupid limbo stick is hitting me in the face. Every. Single. Day.

One of my many examples: I have a bachelorette party, wedding, and family vacation planned for this summer. None are in Tulsa so I need to book my plane ticket to each event. But wait. Do I book my ticket out of Tulsa? Or out of Dallas? And if I don't have a job by the time I move to Dallas, can I even go to the bachelorette party? What if I do have a job and am living in Dallas, will my new job allow me to go on the aforementioned trips?

Do you see where I'm going here? I am in "Choose Your Own Adventure" hell! I just want to wake up one morning and say, "I am going to (fill in the blank)" and be able to do it. And I can't. And it is driving me crazy.

So I am in the beginning stages of writing all of the possible options down and by the time I'm finished it is going to look like one of those organization charts on PowerPoint. Or if we want to make it personal, a family tree. Start with one little baby and then branch out, branch out, branch out (insert lame Arkansas family tree joke here).

I love to plan. It is one of the only things on God's green earth that I can confidently say I'm good at. One part of wedding planning that most people hate is putting together the seating chart. I had a grin on my face the entire time. LOVED it. (If you want me to put together your seating chart for you, call me. I'm so serious.) And our honeymoon? I planned the entire week. I'm sure some of you are thinking, "Wow, Michael should have done that so you could focus on your wedding." Folks, Michael knows me and knows better. If he'd asked to plan our honeymoon I'm pretty sure my heart would have sunk.

If I could offer some advice to each of you, don't ask me ANYTHING about what I may or may not be doing over the next few months unless you are ready to hear me rattle off a 15-minute schpeel listing all of my options. Had none of this craziness happened I could've given you a play-by-play of our life for the next two years but instead I am doomed to planning one week (and sometimes one day) at a time. I know this is a test and I know that the big man upstairs is laughing at me for ever thinking I was the one in control.

And on that note, I'm off to create the largest family tree-like chart the world has ever seen. John P, your family is going to have NOTHING on this Sequoia.