I plan, plan, plan.
I plan meals every Sunday for the week in advance. I plan what days to go to the store, what days to run errands, what days to clean, and what to wear. I like to know all the details... the logistics... and sometimes the thoughts behind the details and logistics.
It probably comes as no shock that I'm not the biggest fan of surprises and that I get serious anxiety when I don't know what the plan is.
To me, failure to plan = plan to fail.
Lash and I could not be more opposite in this regard. He is so happy-go- lucky, go- with- the- flow, it- will- all- work- out, chill. Me? Ha!
One of the biggest lessons I'm learning very early in our marriage is that sometimes I just need to let things play out. Not be so concerned with to- do lists, agendas, or even control.
This is very hard for me, yet this will be an invaluable, maybe even required, attribute as a doctor's wife ... where the vast unknown looms in every aspect of our very future.
I can't say this will be the smoothest road, but I am trying to let my hair down, "relax, and let Me lead you."