Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Rushed Hour

This past weekend Under Shelter played for a wedding out in Columbus, Ohio. We had a great time. The crowd was fun, the food was tasty, and we were all "on" for the night. One of those gigs where it wasn't so much a job as hanging out with some of my favorite people doing something that I absolutely love.

That all happened at 8pm. The ten hours leading up to then, those were a bit more tension filled.

We got a bit of a late start after we loaded our gear. Not a huge deal, as we left ourselves a bit of cushion in the first place. Now instead of getting there early, we were probably going to get there on time. Not my personal favorite, but still perfectly acceptable.

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We did hear from our drummer's uncle that there was construction on the interstate and he gave us some ideas for cutting around it. A few others in the band left a bit ahead of four of us, so we called and let them know about potential hang-ups and where to exit to get around it. Not great, but still, we should be able to make pretty good time.

First, we hit two other moments of stand-still traffic. Which started me stressing pretty good, since that wasn't even the big back-up that we were to encounter. As we were driving, our male lead vocalist (one who had left early) called to let us know that the traffic was backed up on the detour as well.

Needless to say, I started stressing. I seriously HATE being late to things. It makes me absolutely crazy. I've accepted that with four kids I am going to be late on occasion, but even it still makes me nuts. Heck, I don't even like to show up just in time. I'm one of those people who absolutely lives by the idea that if you're on time, you're actually late, so being LATE, late is just one of the worst things in the world to me. Our three and a half hour trip turned into a five hour trip (and my stress had me miss an exit which added six extra minutes to our arrival time and gave the inside of the van a Smurfy blue tinge).

Obviously things worked out and we had a great time. But I totally missed a few chances to chill out and enjoy hanging with my best friend too. Mostly we laughed and talked, but there were definitely times when I was just not very nice and stressed and screamy and that is not cool at all. It didn't make the traffic move, it didn't stop me from driving the wrong way, it didn't get us there more quickly.

I do this a lot. I know there are a lot of things that I simply can't control and for the most part, I can live with that. But when there's something that I feel that I should be able to control and I can't, there's a good chance that I'll act like an infant and throw a little tantrum.

What I need to remember is that I really can't control anything except my reaction to the circumstances that I'm in. And I need to remember to thank the people who show me grace when I don't remember that.

What is something that you like to control? How do you typically react when you can't be in control? What are some tips you have for me to act like an adult instead of a whiny brat when something doesn't go according to my plan?
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