My Blog Bug has laid dormant for the past week and a half. In its place, my mind has been taken over by Event Planner Bee—and a busy bee is he! (Sorry for the cheese. This is the voice of a reluctant writer—one who feels she should write but doesn’t feel much like it.)
I’ve been having flashbacks to my work as an event planner for my alma mater. They’re not pleasant memories. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m really not cut out for event planning, or whether it’s because my first real experience with the craft coincided with the birth of my first child. Going back to work full-time 6 weeks post-partum would have been hard enough. Going back to said work 2 weeks before a major event for which I was largely responsible was, in a word, nightmarish. I really don’t want to talk about it.
It’s not SO bad this time. I mean, sure, my kids have multiplied times 3½, but they’re fairly independent and the littlest kid remains on the easier side of the belly. I still feel out of my element, but my background seems to have steeled me somewhat to the taunts of the inevitable To-Do List associated with this sort of thing. And really, compared to the College Homecoming, at which the Banquet was only 1 of about 10 big events within the Big Event, this fundraising dinner I have coming up is entirely do-able. (Do I sound like I’m trying to convince myself?)
“We can make our plans, the LORD determines our steps.”—Proverbs 16:9 (NLT)
4 comments:
Event planning is a soul sucking energy draining full body and soul experience at the best of times. Hang in there, good luck with the planning. No doubt the event will come off beautifully.
I was born in the middle of three children. My father always told me, "Find a job you love and you'll never have to work a day in your life." So hopefully your upcoming task of a fundraiser dinner will bring the same results.
Was that Homecoming the year we brought back the parade?
Yep, the year of the parade. I'm glad we brought it back, but in retrospect it would have been better if I had let others bring it back w/o me. Oh, the value of hindsight.....
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