For the past few months, I’ve been careful to keep to my blogging schedule of posting twice a week. I usually post on Sunday, and then again on Wednesday or Thursday, depending on how my week is going. I’ve become almost obsessive about it, which should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me. I tend to establish habits and then stick to them, come what may, even about things that don’t particularly matter. It’s not one of my more endearing characteristics.
So yesterday, even though I had a bridal shower in the morning, an out-of-town nephew arriving for a visit in the afternoon, and a family dinner to host in the evening, I still believed that I should somehow find the time to write and publish a blog post. I mean, yesterday was Sunday, so what choice did I have? Surely, somewhere in that busy day, I would find the time to write a and publish a short blog post, accompanied by an appropriate photograph, once I came up with an idea to write about. But as the day went by, it became obvious, even to me, that I wasn’t going to be doing a blog post.
I admit, I fretted about it at first. But gradually I realized how absurd it was to be trying to rush through something as important as a bridal shower, visiting with a nephew we don’t get to see nearly as often as we would like, and a family dinner just for the chance to write (yet another) blog post. And once I had let go of my original plan for the day and just went along with the flow of what was actually happening, I found myself having a grand old time.
Giving up control is a hard thing for me, as I believe it is for many people. We get an idea about how things are supposed to be, or a schedule we are supposed to follow, and it’s only natural to feel a bit anxious, or even annoyed, when things don’t go according to plan. Sometimes we even want to control how others react to us, and feel put out when they aren’t appropriately impressed by our latest news, or one of our blog or Facebook posts doesn’t get enough “likes.” We forget that other people are the ones who get to decide how they are going to react to what we write, say and do, and that we….don’t.
So I’m glad that I had a such a nice day yesterday, and that I had the chance to enjoy a very fun and creative bridal shower. I’m glad that I got to spend time talking to my nephew, and realizing again just what a fine young man he has turned out to be. I’m glad that I got to host a family dinner, and hear about my daughter and son-in-law’s recent trip to Colorado, and to continue the discussion about whether my son and I will or will not be doing a mother/son dance at his wedding.
But mostly, I’m glad that yesterday was so busy that I wasn’t able to follow my usual blog posting schedule. It was a great reminder for me that sometimes in life, the best things happen when we allow ourselves to simply lose control, even for just a little while. And who knows? I might keep the excitement going by accompanying this post with a photo which has no relevance whatsoever…..