I am an excellent
planner.
I actually hate planning things. I
would much rather let anyone else in the group handle dinner reservations,
contacting friends or arranging party trays. I am not and never have been
interested in planning weddings, bachelor/ette parties or even birthday
parties. Recently a friend of mine told me that I should start a party planning
business.
I wish.
I’m very good
at details: number of guests, who likes whom, who is allergic to what kind of
nut. Is Aunt Morgan going Vegan this year or was it Cousin Lacey. It’s not so much that I keep track of
these things; I don’t have a written record or anything. I just know.
On the
downside, I strongly dislike it when someone whacks with my plans. I hate it
when someone shows up uninvited, brings an extra guest or behaves badly. I don’t
like it when the restaurant loses the reservation, can’t keep track of our checks
or gives us rude wait staff. Nobody likes it when their plans go astray.
I’m proud of
the fact that I’m good at planning because it is something I’m known for. I get
a lot of people who ask me to help plan things. I don’t mind (except weddings
and funerals, yuck) because I happen to be good at it. What drives me crazy is when people say “Hey, we should….” and then
look to me to handle all the details. Just because I’m good at it doesn’t
mean I want to do it all the time.
So the next
time you need someone to help you find balloons at three in the morning or need
someone to find a way to corral your cat during a visit from your parents, look
to me. I’ll do my best.
Challenge to
my Readers:
The next time
your friends want to do something, jump in and offer to arrange the activities.
You’ll be respected and loved by your friends, and you’ll be proud of yourself
when it turns out well.
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