I am a control freak. I create my own anxiety. How many people have told me that everything I do in life does not require a successful ‘outcome’ for me to be happpy? And so I’ve taken to Meditation. I haven’t had much success getting through to Edmundo that something similar might help him be happier without the 110% perfection that he requires of himself, and I continue to nag.
He may not have felt such a failure at not being able to control the weather that washed away his grand plans of entertaining guests outdoors on two nights this week if he had listened to me! (I know all of course.)
However, with rain pelting down, (and swearing as he removed the buried crossed silver knives that were meant to keep the rain away), with agility Edmundo switched from Plan A to Plan B, to Plan C, and finally to Plan D. He orchestrated the whole thing to be moved inside – with the guests still thinking how spectacularly presented everything was! And we all had a wonderful time.