Practice Makes Perfect

In case you haven't noticed, I am a worrier. I worry if I locked my car doors, turned the oven off, unplugged the iron, have been walking around with one earring on, etc. I also have noticed that I worry about relationship stuff too. So over the last few months I've been practicing how to NOT "overthink" things.

Recent examples include:
a) SC finding out he'd have to go out of state for a few days during my visit for work. Old GirlNextDoor would've freaked out, been ridiculously sad, and probably shed some tears. Instead, I practiced not overthinking and acknowledged the situation as something out of our control and immediately set up a mini-road trip to visit a friend in Portland. And good thing I didn't waste much energy because SC's work trip ended up being canceled at the last minute and everyone won in the end -- I got to see my friend in Portland, he could stay late at work without any guilt, and we still got to enjoy a baseball game.
b) SC got the dates mixed up for a wedding we're attending later this month. He was off by a week and of course, we realized the mistake AFTER I had purchased my ticket. I allowed myself to be annoyed for a few minutes and then gave him the responsibility to correct my ticket (which he offered to do ) and hoped for the best in terms of finding someone to cover my fitness class. Again, I practiced not overthinking all the things that could make the situation even more difficult and everything worked out fine. He fixed the ticket, I found a sub, and we'll get to see each other a week sooner than we had planned.

Despite these small victories, I'm facing another situation that I'm doubtful I'll win. I'm leaving Seattle tomorrow night after a wonderful visit. I would like to make it through the next 24 hours without crying and say goodbye at the airport without turning into a tearful disaster. We've had so much fun together this week that the idea of going back to email, missed text messages, and a smattering of cellphone/Skype conversations is such a downer. And while those things are all fine forms of communication, nothing compares to falling asleep with my head on his shoulder.

So I need to practice not overthinking this departure. Too late now, huh?