Well, the day of the Denver trip has arrived. Today, I leave on a jet plane, and as I prepared for my departure over the weekend, I realized that there’s one unavoidable truth about myself.
Hi, I’m Jenny and I’m a compulsive over-packer.
For as long as I can remember, I have been this way. I remember one vacation when I was a teenager where I had an entire duffle bag devoted to shoes (I’m thinking my dad didn’t realize what was actually in the bag, otherwise he probably would have left it behind). What can I say? I’m a woman; I like to have options. In fact, on the few occasions that I’ve truly limited what I packed (like a short weekend trip where I was determined to only take one bag), I inevitably end up wishing I had something that I didn’t bring. My motto is- better to have too much than not enough (the true American way).
I also have a fear of being unprepared. My inner-monologue while packing for this trip went something like this:
Well, it’s not supposed to snow, so at least I don’t need to pack my snow boots.
But what if it snows anyway?
I better pack my snow boots.
The hotel has a fitness center, but I doubt I’ll work out every day I’m there.
Let’s be honest, I’ll probably just want to take advantage of the opportunity for uninterrupted sleep; I probably won’t work out at all.
But what if I want to work out every day?
I better pack 4 workout outfits, just in case.
So, I’m over-packed, yet again. The good news is I limited myself to one regular suitcase and one carry-on, so I won’t look totally ridiculous when I land in Denver and meet up with the two people I’m sharing a rental car with.
Can’t go giving away all my secrets right away…