So, if you know me you know I’m a closet procrastinator.  I still manage to get everything done about 99% of the time, but it’s often at the last minute.  Now, this isn’t always; if it’s for someone else or if it’s something that I want to do (obviously), I will do it ahead of time.  But, if it’s for me, I am guilty of waiting until the last minute sometimes.  I am the master at finding more pressing and more interesting things to do instead.  It usually involves reading, playing on Facebook, or annoying my husband into paying attention to me (“Whatcha doin’?!”).

This brings me to the subject of packing.  I actually started packing about two weeks ago and I got off to a really great start!  I took down all of the pictures and packed them all nice and snug.  I packed up all of our books.  And there’s some other stuff I packed, too, but I don’t remember what it all was.  I also spent a good deal of time streamlining our stuff and filling boxes for Good Will.  And then I stopped.  Ugh – it was boring anyway, and we needed the rest of our stuff to LIVE!  Of course we need the casserole dish and the pizza cutter and the strawberry corer and the lemon juicer and the skewers.  You really never know what we may decide to cook. 

And yes – I need my regular shampoo, my volumizing shampoo, my dandruff shampoo, my regular conditioner, my deep conditioner, and my frizz-controller (this is South Florida after all – hair is an absolute nightmare).  Not to mention my moisturizer, exfoliator, cleansers, lotions…  So obviously I can’t pack any of those.   Can’t pack my clothes or my purses or my shoes because again – you never know.  Can’t pack anything in my closet. 

My grand scheme included packing everything on Sunday (yesterday).  I would make sure I left out the essentials and then pack everything else.  Well, the same problems happened that were happening two weeks ago!  It’s hard to say what I might need this week.  Besides that, I STILL HATE PACKING!!!!!!  So, I packed about five boxes, but left them unsealed just in case, and then went back to Facebook.  (That’s actually why I have a blog now! haha.) 

Okay, so I suppose all of this is harmless, really.  It will get packed.  I may be up all night sometime this week, but my stuff is going with me to Texas one way or another.  And I actually have been getting better about procrastinating, believe it or not.  So, I’m not that concerned about that, either.  I’m a work in progress and I really am progressing!  But, what’s the deal with all the stuff I can’t live without?

Bottom line: I want to continue living my life as if I weren’t camping.  I just want to.  Do I need to?  No, of course not.  But I just want to look nice, dangit!  I don’t want a frizzy pony tail and flaky skin when I go to work.  I mean – that’s how people would remember me…  I don’t want to be remembered as a slob!  I want to look as presentable as possible until the last possible moment! 

But – it’s all going to end up in a landfill anyway and I’m going to die and if anyone remembers anything about me, it probably won’t be whether my hair was frizzy or whether my shoes match my purse.  I know that all these things will pass away and all that will remain is faith, hope, and love.  I know that man looks at the shell but my Creator, Sustainer, and ultimate Judge looks at the heart of my soul.  I know that the trappings of social status are beyond laughable to my God.  They’re quite probably disgusting to Him as the stench of our selfishness reaches the heavens.  (Even if you don’t believe in God and the sin and faith stuff sounds bogus to you, doesn’t it just make sense?  I mean – all this crap surrounding us just doesn’t matter.  It just doesn’t.  So then why are we so consumed by it all?  There HAS to be something more.)

Oh I just want to be real.  And useful.  Really useful.  That would be good.