projectdavid

I am the kind of girl who needs everything in her life to be scheduled and planned. I'm pretty good at hiding it, in fact some of my closest friends don't realise it about me. But it's only because I've gotten so darn good at being a control freak.

In practical terms this means that our entire year's worth of holiday time and travel planning for any given year is already pretty much set in stone before last year's Christmas decorations have been put away. I always know exactly which route I'm taking anywhere; where all the emergency exits, toilets and food supply places are and I have enough clothes/toys/baby supplies to last almost any scenario.

This has been a year of stretching for me.

For instance, I took my family on a trip to Switzerland. With my two brothers and my dad. I pretty much gave up all reins of control on that one. And it was hard. But good.

We were back home for two days and I had big plans for those two days. Then I decided since this whole trying new things thing had worked out so well, maybe I'd extend it. On Sunday morning we went out for breakfast. I decided to try something new (I'm the kind of person who once she finds something she likes on a menu never again tries anything different). I got food poisoning. In fact, I still have it. As long as I don't eat anything I'm okay. Apart from having absolutely no strength in my muscles, feeling like I have rocks in my stomach and a massive headache. But you know, at least the kids are in day care and having a blast and my house isn't turning into a disaster area. It's all good, right?

Yesterday we decided we'd come to staff conference. I was a bit worried about how I'd do with such a long drive, but it was okay. Though as soon as we hit the Sea to Sky and the rain started, I wondered if we were smart to be driving through a rock fall area in that kind of weather. So I prayed. And prayed. And it looks like God answered my prayers. So far it looks like no one was caught in the biggest landslide ever to hit Highway 99. And I'm so glad. But once again I have to learn to be flexible and go with the flo...do we risk a 10 hour drive home through the canyon, or extend our trip here by several days (only to face the possibility of still having to drive home through the canyon....)

Here's to growing...no matter how that growth is forced on you!