expectations

So I planned this year, as I do every year, to take our Christmas picture early. And once again I failed. I took the picture yesterday, made the cards online and paid extra to have them done in an hour. Check the date…yeah.

Tonight I went to pick them up and they were not ready. So I am racing through the store, near tears and up to my eyeballs in Christmas card anxiety and around the corner comes Shanna Crawford. If you know Shanna, you probably know where this is going , huh?

She let me whine on about how I had stressed myself out, and how the store had failed me in my time of need, how everyone’s life would be ruined if my cards didn’t go out TOMORROW, how I have always been a procrastinator….blah, blah, blah.

And then she began speaking Shanna-ese. She told me it was time for me to embrace my procrastination. To know procrastination is what I am going to do, and to accept it. To love it. To know that God cut me out that way. To leave the expectations behind. I suddenly felt a wave of calm. Could this foreign concept actually be ok?

Everyone who knows me knows that I am notorious for waiting until the last minute. I always get it done. But I always feel like I am wrong for not planning ahead. Why is that? What exactly IS the point of that extra stress? Could I actually learn to embrace this characteristic instead of feeling guilt over it?

Wow.

This freedom is something I seriously want to consider.

I am definitely going to plan for some time to think about it soon…..