I hate packing. I always forget something, although these days it’s less critical, since I’ll still be in the land of consumer items. When I lived overseas, anything I forgot meant I did without it for months…
And packing reminds me of moving, which used to make me throw up. Really. I would get sick to my stomach every time we had to move. (Often, in case you didn’t know — 14 times before I was 14.)
But I ADORE vacations. I begin anticipating a trip weeks, sometimes months, before we leave. There are guidebooks to buy, and reservations to make. There are lists of what to take, and what to do, and just planning. Which, it turns out, I like.
So, as I procrastinate packing for my upcoming trip to see my sons, DIL, and grandson, I’m wondering: how many things I would thoroughly enjoy are like vacations…? You know: with up-front stuff I don’t like. The packing part of it.
I think I’m going to be rethinking exercise and lots of other things I would love the results of. Maybe I just need to pack? And make a list…?