so typically whenever i feel the itch to be the hostess with the mostest, i plan out every small intricate detail weeks, if not months ahead of time. this just winds up with me being stressed out and barely any attendees. so when my pal who lives down the street said yo jodi wassup i got this booze melon and a grill wanna do this? i was like, aight. i'm trying to lay low, don't feel like shelling out mad bones and travelling to wpark for 4th madness, let's do this.
ending result? something like 40 or so people crammed on my porch, chowing DOWN on the most food ever served at my crib in one serving ever. delicious dogs, brats, spicy sausages, chicken, veggie kabobs, grilled onion, asparagus, chips, brews and a hugeass boozemelon. realized it is possible to have mad fun with a minute's notice vs 3 months of hair pulling madness. the people i always expect to come through didn't necessarily all show face, but what was better was that all those who never usually show did. And that meant more to me ultimately anyway, text: jodi i'm here! me: you ARE??? i didn't think i even invited half the ppl who showed up just cuz they never can make it. . . .
anyway. this ramble just goes to say that planning is probably my strongest and weakest characteristic. being in control of today, tomorrow and yesterday isn't always worth it. just adds stress and needless worry. i'ma try to chill out and just go with wherever this ride is taking me. i can't be stuck in the ghettos of depression that much longer, right? soon enough, once i quit worrying and stressing that is, i'll turn the corner and something else will evolve. i just hope i remember to fasten my seatbelt.
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