Because I felt like it
I’m not much of a planner, and I totally don’t even pretend to be one. I’ve always been a by the seat of my pants kind of girl. And I find no shame in that.
Every so often I just feel like doing something. So I do. I make no excuses,, I just button down and get ‘er done.
For example: I decided I was going to join the Army. I don’t really know why, but I know part of it had to do with the being selfless and the other part had to do with the dog tags. Which, ironically enough, are sitting next to me.
I pretty much said, “I’m joining the Army,” and then, I did it.
Then I decided that I was going to marry Matt. Come hell or high water, that boy was stuck with me. And while I didn’t propose to him, I would have.
And not all things I decide to do are life-changing.
Sometimes, when the kids go down for naps, I get a taste in my mouth for something – cake, pie, cookies, whathaveyou, and it gets so bad to the point where I have to have it. Now. Just last week it was yellow cake with chocolate frosting. So I made it. And it was good.
And a few months ago, I wanted to draw again.
So I did.
And yesterday, I felt like making a yarn wreath.
So I did.
Sure, it took three hours and I burned my fingers multiple times from the hot glue gun, but dammit, I got it done.
I’m not Martha Stewart. Not by a long shot. And I’m totally NOT a perfectionist. I just like to do things and when I get an idea in my head it’s like trying to keep up with a tornado. It ain’t happening. I want it, and I want it now.
It took Matt nearly 7 years, but now he finally understands this. He’ll say to the kids, “Mommy is on a mission. Just try to keep out of her way.” But before then, oh the arguments we’d have.
Matt: “You want what?”
Matt: “And you want it now?”
Me: “Well, I wanted it like an hour ago, but you keep arguing with me about it.”
Matt: “So you’re making nachos.”
Me: “Yup. As soon as you get back from the store with the stuff.”
Real story. Of course, I was pregnant, and totally playing the pregnant card, otherwise I would have driven myself to the store. But you only get 9 months of using that card and by god I was going to use it.
And people wonder why I have three kids. Ha.
I guess, then, that I would be classified as impulsive. I can deal with that. And I try like hell to keep it in check, but sometimes I’ve just gotta have cake. With chocolate frosting. Like now. Not yesterday.
And those around me tend to benefit from my impulsiveness.
Everyone gets cake!
And awesome yarn wreaths to look at.
And cool drawings.
And sometimes residual hip pain from the fracture compliments of the Army. (Oh wait, that’s just for me.)
I guess we could also say I’m stubborn, but that’s another post for another day.
Bottom line. Don’t over analyze life. There’s just no point. Planning is good – great, even. But it’s just not me. I know that tomorrow I’ll go to spin class and make the kids lunch and cook dinner, but everything else I leave on God’s good humor. Because that’s who I am.
And I’ll do what I do, because I feel like it.