Being a planner, I can spot one from a mile away. You know, the type of people that always have a plan, whether it is for the summer, every day of their vacation that is organized months in advance, or someone who plans all of the meals for the week. Jim and I are both planners; we don’t plan every waking minute of every day, but it certainly shows up on vacations.
I am not sure when it started but can map it back to when I started to control my own schedule. As obsessive as it sounds it makes me more comfortable to at least have an idea of what we are doing, even if it is just a thought in the morning. With all that said, I am trying to be less obsessive about planning and let life happen as much as I am able.
Jack is a planner already. He asks questions about what we are doing each day, how many errands we have to run and even how many items we have to get at each place. If we have a trip or event planned he will ask days in advance where are we going, what we are doing and who will be there (sometimes I wonder if he will ask what we are going to eat for dinner two weeks from Sunday.)
He is funny about wanting to know what is going on. Recently, I have been trying to get him to relax and understand that he doesn’t need to know every detail. I don’t want him to become obsessive about control and hope that we can teach him that it is okay to let life come to you. It is no fun to be an obsessive planner. Jack is making me wonder if planning is genetic or have we already passed on our some of our crazy personality traits?