I’m an event planner. I plan large events. I have spent the better part of the last eight months planning a large gala-type event that will be taking place on Monday. It’s been a lot of late nights and weekends recently. It gets to the point, as the event gets closer, that I start to take things very personally. As if the event becomes and expression of me. My personal choices and preferences, a part of me, hung out there for all 250 + guests to experience, touch, taste, smell and eat from the plate of eight months of hard work.
It’s ridiculously silly that I would take this personally, but I still do.
Right down to the color of the trim on the auction sheets. Taking such things to heart like this only leads to one thing; exhaustion. For it is impossible, to control another person’s experience. With anything. And just because you might think you have selected and presented the absolute best in all possible available scenarios, the fact of the matter is, it simply may or may not be to another person’s taste or liking.
Royal blue trim. Oh, I would never use Royal blue trim in an instance such as this. Never. Tsk. Tsk.
Really? Is this really so important? See, and I there go. Getting all wrapped around the axil again. Because in my mind, the trim, and the flowers, and the font, and the seating, and the napkins and temperature of the Champaign, together, all add up to one very giant picture, a picture that I spent months painting and repainting. And in the end, what if someone simply doesn’t LIKE it?
And this is why no matter how busy I am, somehow I magically still make it to ACF. Got to. Because it funnels all the chatter and possible scenarios of what might or might not happen, what I ended picking up and taking with me to the finish line vs. all the other items left along the way, the quality of the food, the guests in attendance, it makes it all simply that; what it is. It is what it is. And another day will have passed, and Tuesday will come, and the event will be over, and the clean up will begin, and it will all be a memory. Ideally a good one, but a memory nonetheless.
Started training with Dean. Using the chains in the double-wide with a back squat. Pretty sure I got up to 1RM. 155lbs. Tried for 165lbs. and bailed. He’s asked me to start recording everything I eat. Oh druthers. If I start writing it all down then I have to be honest with what’s really going on in my diet, with Dean, and worse, with myself.
Wednesday – WOD, followed by Strongman (2.5 hours total at ACF)… glorious…
I. 3 Rounds:
10 Right Hand Kettlebell Snatches
Rest 30 Seconds
10 Left Hand Kettlebell Snatches
Rest 1 Minute
II. Handstand Walk Practice – 15 Minutes
III. 6 Rounds:
As Many Repetitions As Possible in 25 Seconds:
Rest 35 Seconds