Franklin Covey
June 14, 2006 | Filed under: La Madre
“Life is not long, and too much of it must not pass in idle deliberation how it shall be spent.” ~Samuel Johnson
Bri came to visit for work and to lavish me with alcohol. A well prepared young woman would have established a place to bring a visitor for some Grey Goose and conversation. I am not nor have I ever been a well prepared young woman.
I instead will frantically search WaPo express for a restaurant/bar lounge anywhere in the vicinity, close my eyes and point. Wherever my abnormally long finger happens to land, is the place to be. Because, I said so.
I live a rather humdrum life as somewhat of a recluse. Though I do go out, it’s usually to the same few places that are just there and good enough. Without the advent of open table and dc foodies, I would have a going out diet consisting of Chipotle and Chef Geoff’s. See? Ho hum.
There seems to be a bit of misunderstanding among those who don’t know me that because of what I do, that it automatically means that I know people and I know places. I hate it to break it to my many admirers, but I don’t know anyone and I shrug my shoulders when it comes to being decisive about where to go.
Sticking to what I know is what I do best. When I do diverge off the beaten path, it’s usually after strong suggestion from numerous knowledgeable individuals and extensive research into what I’m about to get myself into.
Come to think of it, I do this with everything that will take up a substantial chunk of my short lived life. I was the girl who had picked out a major and knew the exact colleges I wanted to apply to – with a spreadsheet and copious notes to boot – well before I took my PSATs. Peg’s only role was to write a check. I knew I was going to American before I applied to American. If (when, God willing) I apply to graduate school, I already have a concentration, the exact schools picked out, needed GRE scores, application dates and a thesis topic.
I plan quite well for future events and things to happen in 2009. But given something that is to happen tomorrow and I flail around like a baby bird and wonder which way is up. You can always tell when I’m unprepared for taking immediate action – which is like 99% of the time – I tend to get all panicky and then realize my ridiculous ways and say ‘fuck it. Don’t care.’
I let Bri do the pointing and maneuvering and we ended up at Ceiba; where I once again professed my love for Netflix and reasons for why I babysit more than the average person has ever babysat in their entire lives.
Yes, I know. I need to get out more.
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Dagny says:
Planning is a good thing. And Chipotle? When I worked at my last job, I ate there way too much.
TJ says:
Netflix is an addiction. I tried the patch but it didn’t work. Now I’m back to three deliveries a week.
Heather B. says:
Dagny: Planning is good. And I guess I should be happy that I only meticulously plan major things as opposed to every single detail of the most trite things.
TJ: This is day five of my Netflix love. It’s the best thing evah.
Angela says:
Yeah, I’m a definite planner… I’m trying to be more of a spontaneous planner, but that’s not working out so well for me…
And I totally bought a bag yesterday. And tis tres adorable!
sandra says:
Makes complete sense to me: plan for the big stuff and don’t sweat the small (largely because energy has already been spent making spreadsheets for the big!)
Heather B. says:
Angela: YAAAY for bags! And thank God you did it yesterday because now they’re sold out of most everything.
Sandra: Glad I made sense to at least one person. I fid it difficult to do that at times. Gah.
Jorge says:
Try doing the opposite. Overplan your tomorrows, and throw your future to the wind!
Heather B. says:
Jorge, this is so why I keep you around..you’re awesome.