Being Flexible

Being flexible is one of my worst subjects. I don't mean being flexible in my body, although I suck at that too, I mean being flexible in how I live my life.

I have a tendency to over-analyze, over-plan, over-think EVERYTHING. I make a list for each day the night before. I make a monthly menu which hangs on my fridge. I make grocery lists, lists of the clothes/shoes we need to purchase for each new season, lists of anything and everything you can think of.

This all probably stems from my issues with perfectionism.

Of course, God, knowing that I have this flexibility issue, likes to throw me for a loop every once in a while.

Yesterday was one of those days. Katie phoned at around 6:20 am and said she felt funny. She had been walking on the treadmill and was having some cramps and pressure. Dan had to be at work at 7:00 am so I offered to take him to work and swing by her house to pick up Sunny. She called her Dr. and received instructions for laying on her side, etc. I picked up Sunny and brought her home.

I was so discombobulated that, after giving Sunny her breakfast, I couldn't get a handle on my day. I looked at my list, but the words were meaningless. I checked in with Katie a few times and then finally got my head together and decided to tackle the errands that were on my Wednesday list. (Yes, I already have partial lists going for the days to come).

We jumped in the car and headed for Hobby Lobby and Costco before swinging by to pick up Dan and head for lunch at Chick-fil-a (which I've never eaten at before!)

I have to say that I was feeling pretty proud of myself. Life threw me a curve, but I managed to regroup. I'm thinking that shows real progress...

(By the way, Katie rested all day and the cramps calmed down some. She will see her Dr. this week)