I had planned to drive to Orlando and pick up our granddaughter next Thursday for our weekend snorkel trip in the Dry Tortugas. It seemed like a plan. The fact that we were driving to Orlando for her end-of-the-school-year unicorn-themed party the Saturday before, and she could have ridden home with us just did not factor into my decision.
Why? The reasons now escape me. We do have a meeting Wednesday evening, and I wanted to try the new mindful meditation class on Tuesday, and I have been enjoying my morning chair yoga class, all adult only. My guess is with all the nannies on Key B, there are no babysitters, or any teens in need of money. Maybe those were factors. Mostly it was because I had made up my mind to do it my way.
Grant made the case that it was silly to drive back from Orlando on Sunday, then drive up and back on Thursday, before driving to Key West on Friday. He made his case forcefully, so I got my back up and defended my decision. After much back and forth, not pretty back and forth, we stopped by and picked her up.
Now I am glad we did. It removes 10 hours of driving from this week. Plus she and I have lots of fun things planned. Dang, Grant was right.
How can I get to changing plans without having to put up a fight? There are a gazillion books about getting to yes, we have participated in our wonderful marriage enrichment group for 25+ years, and still, in the heat of the moment, my ego rares up and defends stupid stances.
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