In response to an email I sent earlier today, a colleague replied simply,
You’re so good with detail.
In a few simple words, he managed to cheer me up and, for now, make it all okay: The long hours; the nonstop conference calls, meetings, and events that take up nearly all of my time; the fact that Iâ€™ve only had one weekend day off from work-related stuff the last two weeks, and itâ€™ll be the same for the upcoming two weeks as well. And I hate canceling plans with friends when we’ve looked forward to our hanging-out-in-the-city date for months now – especially when I, with all my attention to detail, invited all the rockstars to hang out together and offered suggestions on where to go and what to do. I had to smile when B sent out an email saying, “Thanks to Yasmine, our master coordinator.” Being the master coordinator sucks when all the plans are a moot issue now.
So, here I am – I and my obsession with detail – stressing over deadlines when it’s a beautiful 72 degrees outside and I could be sitting in the sunshine I petitioned God for all winter long (okay, so I sort of demanded rather than requested, but, hey, He made it happen, didn’t He?).
I wish there were a way I could fast-forward this week to Saturday already.