I am in charge of Speed Dating.
I suppose I should back up a little bit.
Our ward is sadly lacking in dating–but I think I’ve adequately covered that in this blog–and I am in leadership. At our last presidency meeting, my counselors expressed a desire (and an idea! yay!) to have more dating activities, especially since as leadership we’ve been hearing some complaining. Please read that “some” as “a lot” and “consistently.”
So, I decided that it would be a very good idea for me to spearhead the Speed Dating activity.
To his great credit, the EQ president was totally supportive and on-board, and has been using his considerable commitment pattern skills to get people to come to the activity. He has also been…strongly encouraging…positive and enthusiastic publicity. So it’s not like I’m doing it myself. One of the activities committee co-chairs has really taken on most of the mundane, yeoman-like work (i.e. making the flyers, getting refreshments, etc.).
So what’s my problem?
My problem, quite frankly, is that I am a control freak. I would much rather run the whole program myself on Thursday night than give it up to anyone else. And I have been told that it would be best if I didn’t run the whole thing.
Grrrr.
So, instead, I’m trying to find ways to control the set-up and the organization so that the thing runs smoothly. I think I can do it. But I don’t think I’ve ever realized so clearly how much of a control freak I am. When I plan something, I want it to go well. And I’ll do just about anything I have to do to make that happen.
Including being a complete nag to people about the activity, making silly (but effective, I think) posters publicizing the event, and counting how many guys and girls we have committed at 2 a.m.
Sigh.
Of course, I have much else to do. I mean, I’m going to NYC in a week–holy crap, it’s in a week–for the first time and I have done NOTHING to plan what we’ll do there.
I simply can’t think about it.
I really believe that my brain is like a pool. Stay with me on this. You know how when a pool fills up too much, the excess water just gets sifted out into those little drain holes towards the top? That’s what happening to me–the stuff that I can’t handle just gets sifted out…
So, just so that I can purge all of this, this is what I need to be doing:
I need to buy luggage for my trip.
I need to buy a sweatshirt of some kind for my trip, since everything I own from last winter is like 3 sizes too big.
I need to finish reading this novel for my reading list and take notes on how it will fit into my project, and then start the next one.
I need to have a Presidency meeting–or at least figure out what the heck is going on.
I need to get Visiting Teaching numbers for Sunday before the Ward Clerk beats me.
I need to figure out, on paper, how this Speed Dating thing is going to work.
I need to get the Institute director’s bell.
I need to learn how to delegate.
I need to clean my house before this weekend, when I think that I will end up having a game night or something there.
I need to do laundry before my trip and make a list of the things that I need.
I need to go get traveler’s checks or something.
I need to plan out what I actually want to do while in NYC.
I need to pay my rent and my car payment. Holy crap, I need to do that today.
I need to go get a replacement ID and buy tickets for Friday night’s Gator Growl.
I need to buy my mom’s birthday present and mail her birthday card…late! I am such a crappy daughter right now.
I need a plan to deal with all of this stuff going on.
I need to find a way to not have to sleep 7 hours a night. I would be so happy if I could really legitimately sleep four. Or if I could get out of this really destructive go to bed at 3 and wake up at 10 pattern.
I need an assistant. Oy.
But, amid all of this, I realize so clearly that I am blessed. It all gets done. I manage to get it done. I don’t know how, but it must be divine intervention.
So, despite being a control freak, I need to involve Heavenly Father in more of this. I’m pretty sure I won’t be so crazy if I did. But I try to do it all myself…lame.
Well, off to prepare for my meeting with my dissertation advisor.