Oh, how I love the last minute.
I would love to have a day filled only with last minutes. No Scarlett O’Hara, “tomorrow is another day” nonsense for me. Just a 24-hour, coffee-fueled, obsessively-motived, list-driven fury of activity.
(In the interest of full disclosure, I do subscribe to Scarlett’s seminal “as God is my witness, I’ll never go hungry again”).
We all make choices.
Up until Saturday, I had been gathering information and inspiration (thank you, Pinterest), getting new ideas (thank you, Grand-kids) and trying out new projects and recipes (thank you, Monica and Miranda). In my head, I was all organized and ready to go.
In reality, it was all in my head.
I won’t bore you with my silk-screened T-shirt fiasco (Over a 12 hour period, I over-exposed my screens three separate times. Either that, or my eyesight is getting so bad I couldn’t see where the design was burned through).
I won’t tire you with tales of my attempts to create a compass skills course on a largely un-mapped, buggy and leaf-laden trail. (I thought I was being clever by taking a picture of each button I placed on the trail. Do you have any idea how much this twig looks like every other twig on the trail? Can you even see the purple button?).
I won’t even try to explain why it was important for me to create entirely new map symbols for our mapping skills course in town. (I have no idea where the purse would go on a map, but isn’t it cute? I made a bench in case I get tired.)
Fortunately, there was one thing I needed to accomplish in the hours before Camp that I felt pretty confident about.
See how I incorporated the Compass Rose and North, South, East and West? I even have it pointed the right way (I’m pretty sure).
Their little feet will easily follow the meditative path.
If they still had little feet.
Perhaps, after all, the last minute isn’t the best way to go.
Evidently, someone agrees with me….