Tonight is my ten-year high school class reunion. Sort of. See, my class isn’t terribly organized. We started planning our five-year reunion two weeks ahead of time. The reunion wound up involving a gathering of anyone who could come meeting at the country club for drinks. Okay, whatever, we’ll be more organized for the ten-year reunion, right?
Yeah, not so much. This time we started planning a month ahead. This time no one could agree when to have it. Finally, someone took some initiative and created a poll with some dates. When that didn’t work, someone else set up an event on Facebook, invited everyone he could, put out a mass invite to everyone in the class, and that was that.
My God, I hope we’re more organized five years from now. Either that, or I’m just going to take over. This is why I always hated group work in school. I was more than happy to do all the work myself because I wanted to make sure I got a good grade. Everyone else seemed happy to let me do all the work because it usually resulted in a good grade for everyone in the group. Win-win, right?
Yeah, not so much. I’ve taken that tendency to the extreme and have serious trouble delegating as an adult because I’m convinced I’m the only one who will get it done to my satisfaction. Of course, with regard to my class reunion, I’d just be happy to do something that doesn’t feature drinking as the main event.
Hmm, this post didn’t really turn out the way I thought it would. But I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my complete inability to delegate, as well as a few of my many other flaws lately (okay, ever since Tricia’s extraordinary post that I can’t seem to get out of my head, and then there was this post from my friend Kina yesterday that also got me thinking) as I try to figure out what I can do to change them. Even if I only make very small changes in my behavior, these are things that I want to change. These are things about myself with which I am not very happy. These are things that I can change, I just don’t know how. So I’ve been thinking. And thinking. And thinking some more.
If I ever finish with this thinking thing, I’ll be sure to let you know.
In other news, sporadic flute lessons with Miss Tadpole have apparently resumed. Last night we tried to discuss how to count long rests. First I lost her, then she lost me, then I lost myself. At that point, we decided it was bedtime. Today we decided to go back to basics. We started with how to assemble the flute, then how to blow properly to ensure that you get a sound other than that of a raspberry. Then I got a headache.
There is a reason why I write instead of teach.
And with that, have a great weekend, everybody!
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