Planning

I like to have a plan.
Today, I went to the store with a couple of things in mind. I knew I wanted to go to Target and buy something red and I knew I wanted to buy a book at Barnes & Nobles.
There was a bunch of other random things that didn't need to be done but I wanted to do.
Unfortunately for me and my sanity, I pulled out of the driveway without a definite plan. I walked in and out of Target after I had already gone through the checkout and did the same at Barnes & Nobles. Oh well! That's one of the skills I picked up at college is that you don't have to be insanely efficient about everything. I always try to take things in one trip, like groceries, but things would be a whole lot easier if I just took 2 trips.
I did find a red shirt at Target after a lot of searching{Picture tomorrow?}. I had gift card(s) so I didn't feel that guilty. I am giving a bunch of stuff away so that feels good too. When I was unpacking all the things I moved back from college, I also cleared out parts of my room. The things that were being unpacked were categorized: Things I'm taking to camp, things I'm taking back to college, things that I still want/need but don't need to go either of those places, things I am throwing away, and things I am giving away. Props to my dad for seeing me through that first day of cleaning because I was going a zillion different directions. My bathroom is still full of stuff that I haven't thought about yet. A corner of my room is for college and another corner for camp.
It's so weird to keep planning for the future when I do have a month at home but then I think "I only have a month, so I should just pack this" but then I remember that I have to wear something and I can't pack every thing. It's kind of a constant, vicious circle. I keep thinking "Do I need all this stuff?" and the answer is no. I absolutely do not. I have ben so blessed by God with all this stuff and I haven't always been a great steward of it. I also tend to attach sentimental value to objects (see: tshirts) so I don't want to get rid of stuff even though I never use it. When I get into a certain mindset, I am ruthless about what goes in the trash or giveaway.
That's enough about cleaning. I'm not that great at organizing and I don't particularly like doing it. I like the end product!
I ran my crazy errands this morning and then mailed a letter to camp. I can't believe I waited so long to do it. Do you ever have something on your to do list and you for some reason can't get yourself to do it? What is that about? I kept asking myself "What's it going to take to get this in the mail?" and I was silent. Huh. Maybe I'll figure it out one day. I took Max the Wonder Dog on a walk to the mailbox and he was actually decent today.
We don't have a killer long driveway or anything. Our mailbox is actually right next to our door but there's no flag and sometimes the outgoing mail doesn't get picked up so it's easier to take it to a drop box. Lucky for us, there's one not too far away in our neighborhood. Max is not the best on walks. He's pretty terrible but I don't blame him. We should have walked him more when he was a puppy. He always pulls on the leash and barks at people. His bark is SO loud and I feel bad when he scares people because he's just a big, loud, baby. He's harmless unless you are harmed by slobber and love. He never fails to make me smile! He barked at a lady who was walking two dogs (he was just saying hello to those little wieners!) but when we walked past 3 or 4 other people, he did not jump at them or bark at them! Woohoo for not scaring strangers with his very loud love for them. It helped that he was tired by that point. His hips swing and sway when he's tired too which is hilarious. I sing Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" sometimes. He enjoys it, I'm sure.

Even though I didn't have a surefire plan today, I feel like I have a lot accomplished in the way of preparing myself physically for camp. Tunes always help me clean my room and so does Maximus. What a cutie!