I’m a planner. I live and die by my calendar. It’s absolutely necessary since I’m a freelancer. I have to know where I am working and when, and can I get from one thing to the next in time. I also plan out my workouts and my running. I plan my social engagements. I plan when to run errands. But with all good plans, sometimes everything changes, and it’s amazing how quickly one can adjust.
Today was my birthday. It was GREAT. I went to Target and bought some new shorts and a running skirt. The skirt has pink shorts under it. I wanted to get a pink one instead but they didn’t have one in my size. Oh well. Next time.
I went grocery shopping. I talked with my sisters, my parents, my in-laws, and my grandmother on the phone.
I ate leftover pizza.
The plan for the evening was to go for an early dinner at Herbie’s with Chris before he had to work, and then to hang out with a bunch of friends afterwards.
That all changed around 4:30 when I got a call to play Sweeney Todd with the symphony at 8 pm. The personnel manager said, I know it’s your birthday, but would you be available? I thought about it for five minutes, because I had plans with my friends, and because it was my birthday. I tried to call Chris for his input but he was occupied. And then I realized, yes, of course, plans can change, and this is more important, because it’s not just about the money. I felt bad for ditching my friends, but I doubt a single one of them would have done it differently…
Chris and I stuck with our early dinner plans.
Scallops, SO good.
And fritters for dessert. These were filled with dark chocolate and incredibly decadent. I would have had the cheesecake, but I had to sit in the pit for three hours, so less dairy seemed wise. The chowder was already a risk 😉
Then we headed to work together. Sweeney Todd was great. I’d hate to wish illness on anyone, but let’s keep our fingers crossed I get called to play again before the season is out.
And then we came home to relax. Even though my evening wasn’t quite what I planned, it turned out to be a fantastic day.
(on my facebook profile from my friend Sarah. I don’t speak french so I don’t understand, but it’s a fat cat wearing a hat. I love it more than anything.)