I love planning. Despite not having the best organization in physical spaces, I will almost willingly plan out the 4 hours, the next 24 hours, the next 2 weeks…
I love seeing the cogs spinning when I finally put them in place.
But then what if I want to delegate the tasks and not determine everything. It’s an inner conflict of mine—I know that I can plan the best—that I dig deeply into every minute detail, perhaps annoying many people in the process. But I don’t want to be the only one responsible.
Although the initial travel plans didn’t fall apart, it could have. I was the point person for all the domestic flights, the tours, the hotels. And I was already in Lima while my sister missed her connecting flight in Miami. But because I was already in the airport, I had all the documentation because it was all centralized to me. I could pay for it and about 20 minutes of international roaming and $302 USD later, everything was resolved.
I sat in the cafeteria worried, staring angrily at the flight that would have carried my sister if her flight from JFK to Miami wasn’t massively delayed. That anger spurned me into calling all the numbers I had for tours at 2 AM in the morning, sending emails having not slept for more than 20 hours. I attacked it head-on. Was that necessary?
When I arrived at my hotel in Cusco, the front desk said that she heard from my travel agency. And said that everything was taken care of—they would even pack a lunch for us since we would miss the breakfast buffet.
Then she said, “Don’t worry.”