I’ve found that I can commit to things (i.e. birthday parties, baby showers, dinners out, shows) when I already (that is beforehand) have an exit strategy in place (i.e. illness, emergency, act of God).
“I’m, uh, rather feverish at the moment.”
“My dog threw up!”
“My roof collapsed?”
I seldom, if ever, use the exit. But the fact that it is there, in place, is as much as a comfort as it is a crutch (is this, really, the Good Life? Can’t I do better?).
Also this: I tell myself that the event is so far, like out there, in the future, that it’s almost like not committing at all! That is a problem for another day, which is not today, maybe not even tomorrow.
And then, eventually, it hits me: the future is now. Or it will be.
Every. Single. Time.
(For the time being, anyway.)
I suppose I could just commit to less, make things more manageable, more orderly, less stressful. But I’m not there yet. I’m still not up to being that person, not yet.
I am becoming that person, yes, certainly. Eventually, I think so, I hope so.
But not now.
For now (for right now): I’d love to go to your thing! Count me in!
Yeah. Can’t hardly wait.
