I have a bad habit of allowing little things to pile up, causing major stress. Any of you have this problem? Of course you do. Otherwise, it would just be me, and that would make me weird. That’s what they call a self-serving theory.
Tomorrow is the photo shoot for my Time Out article, which means I have to figure out some outfits, hope that I’m having a good hair day, and try not to look like a complete fool. In order to do the first part of that, I have to do all of the laundry I’ve been avoiding for the past few weeks. The emperor has no clothes, and the emperor is certainly no Gisele.
Part of the benefit of doing laundry is also that I’ll have some fun clothes to choose from for this little road trip I have coming up. ON TUESDAY. It feels like mere weeks ago that Penguin and I were joking about becoming unlikely travel buddies. Time is funny like that. Speaking of packing, how easy is it to pack for a trip that will take me through approximately ALL weather conditions — from snow to beach and everywhere in between. As a notorious (but recovering) over-packer, I’m kind of at a loss as to how to go about selecting clothes.
I will also say that this trip has been a lesson in spontaneity. I’m NOT a spontaneous person. I’m a Virgo. I like plans. I like knowing that there’s an itinerary. I get uncomfortable with the unknown. I get anxious. While it’s been hard to just accept the fact that I will be climbing into a car with no real understanding of what lies ahead, I’m pretty proud of myself for being as zen about it as I have been. It helps that Penguin has been living in a tent for the past two months, unavailable for me to bombard with irritating questions. That being said, my mental state right now is a combination of nervousness and excitement and a lot of “No. Shit. Seriously, guys. What do I pack?”
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