i am an insecure mess

Today I assigned myself the task of packing for our trip.

{ This is what I should look like }  Photo Source

But . . . I hate packing.

The end result generally involves one of the following:

1. I pack everything I own minus the one thing I need on the trip.

2. I pack virtually nothing and am ill-equipped for every occasion.

Regardless of how many times I hit the road, I am utterly incapable of packing in a remotely logical fashion.  Throw in the confines of small, carry-on luggage, and you've got yourself a literal melt-down which inevitably ends in me saying something like this:

I cannot go on this trip because I do not have any clothing.

I tend to exaggerate when I'm stressed.

{ This is what I really look like. }  Photo Source

So, instead of casually throwing a few items into the suitcase, I sat down and wrote this blog post.

And now that I've reached the end of my rant, I will find some other way to procrastinate.  Whatever it is will prove quite time consuming, and I won't think about packing again until I must leave.  At which point, like my father, I will literally stuff a few clothing items into a gym bag and run out the door.  Mostly underwear.

Wish me luck.  And shelter from the elements as I am prone to pack in direct opposition to the weather.