It started with another frustrating morning for me. Once again, Neville's family is running late. And I don't mean a little late. We all agreed to leave at 8:30 to drive to Monterey. It was already 9:15 and only two of the ten of us were dressed. Nearly every morning has been this way. And I'm up to my ears in frustration.
Is it really that difficult to get up on time, get ready on time and leave on time??? Yes, apparently it is so. And I've sat here and silently tap my toes and rolled my eyes and said not-so-nice things under my breath. Because I hate being late.
And yes, I see the cruel irony because half the time I'm the one running late. But still, I'm not used to this blatant disregard for time. Tell them you want to leave at 10:00 and they get in the shower at 9:56.
Tell them they have to be up early to leave at 8:30 and they make a pot of coffee at 8:20. They'll find ten other things to do before they get ready. Ten things that have nothing to do with getting out the door on time. Ten things that drive me abso-frickin-lutely crazy.
Finally this morning, I just said that I wasn't willing to drive 90 minutes to go to a place for three hours to turn around and drive 90 minutes home. We'll have to find something closer to home. I was expecting to be met with opposition, with someone actually running to the shower and yelling "I'll be ready in 5 minutes." That's how my family would have reacted. Instead they all agreed that it didn't make sense and said that they'd find something else close by.
Totally flexible. Living in the moment. Not worried about not making it here or there. Relaxed and carefree.
Guess we can all teach each other something. And with that, I let go of my needless anxiety of being late. Living in the moment is not easy for me. It's much easier for me to get caught up in where we are going, when we are going, who's dressed, who's not, and whether or not I have enough gas to get there.
So this morning, I poured myself a cup of coffee and let it go. I'm gonna sit on this couch and soak in the love that is Neville's family. They are only here for another day. I might as well enjoy it. And learn to love the simplicity of having nothing to do.
