Imagination

Things are seldom as bad as my imagination can make them out to be.

I am a planner.  I not only want to know that the to do list is made, I want to be sure all the "i"s are dotted and "t"s crossed.  I want the columns straight and it is even important which font I use.

I can control that part most of the time.  That's my job. 

What I can't control is your part.  When you will show up, how you will feel, or which ways you will choose to express yourself.  That all belongs to you.  It's the wild card in any gathering.

Of course it is also part of the joy of living.  It keeps things interesting, makes us improvise, or just plain be honest with each other.

Those dreaded interactions flow over, under and around the love that emanates from each one of us. And it is this seasoning, flowing from so many different personalities, that make each occasion the unique and special time that it can be.

Some things cannot, or should not be over planned.  They're best when they happen organically, so I try to reign in my imagination and let things just be.