I’ve come to a realization. I pack like The Jerk. (Not the most appropriate movie- but still, funny:)
Oh sure…My intentions are good. I start out thinking all “minimalist.” I start with the goal of not having to check any luggage. I’m convinced, that with proper planning- everything I need, can fit into the overhead. I plan just enough coordinating outfits to last 5 days. The pieces all mix and match so I SHOULDN’T need a closet full.. in theory.
This is when “The Jerk” really kicks in.. I don’t need much…an outfit for each day- maybe a swimsuit.. undergarments of doom….then I start adding things. I don’t need anything but this pair of black pants. And this pair of back up pants..in case I have a fat day while I’m gone… And a pair of jeans. And maybe this pair because they were on sale.. and a pair of shoes- and this pair too-in case that pair causes injury.. and this pair of jammies- and that pair, just in case I dump coffee down my front in a jetlag enhanced- caffeine withdrawl case of the shakes.
The panic grows. What if I need something I haven’t packed? What if I’m over dressed? *Gasp*- worse yet..what if I’m under-dressed? What if I wake up and HATE everything I brought? (This could actually happen- it happens about once month- that I wake up to find that I hate my entire wardrobe- Hormonal Wardrobe Rejection- I have it.) I end up tossing in 200lbs (way over the current NWA guidelines for luggage weight) of random things I MIGHT need. More pants- a skirt that I know I won’t wear…hose I won’t touch…I’m going to Texas for Pete’s sake. It’ll be hotter than an armadillo’s backside on the beach. (I have no idea whether armadillos in fact, feel hot… but the word “armadillo” is hilarious, so I like to use it adhoc.)
Picture me- only slightly better dressed than Steve Martin..not with pants around my ankles and robe flapping in the breeze.. but in my comfy matching cute purple sweats… tossing in just ONE MORE THING I MIGHT NEED… and then another.. and another… JUST IN CASE.
And that’s JUST the actual suitcase.. we will not even discuss my magical and necessary bag of how not to be bored, because boredom is the enemy – carry-on bag… with knitting—and books and laptop and ipod and e-reader…and cell phone and travel docs…….. and.. and.. and.. I’m gonna need a golf cart just to make it through the airport. Does a golf cart count as a theme park ride? It might in this case:P
All this to say— I’ve started packing for MOPS Convention…. So- Are You going?
Let me know if you are—(throught comment or email- see the sidebar) I’d love a chance to meet blog readers especially MOPS Moms! I’ll be easy enough to spot- the red(ish) head with 42 bags of minimally packed stuff— shopping in the hotel for the ONE thing I forgot. (probably underwear, or something even more embarrassing.)
Although– since I read this during devotions this morning… maybe I won’t feel the need to pack QUITE so much:)
28“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.