it's not your party but you CAN cry if you want to

Most of the time it's not "our party". Whether we are at an actual party, like I was this weekend, or a hypothetical party like the team meeting you have to attend this afternoon. And when things don't go according to how we would prefer them to go it's easy to get judgey mcjudgey (not an actual phrase until now). I do anyway, I start to judge exactly how things should be going, what other people should be doing to make it better etc. I see all the short comings and all the ways "I could fix" it. This of course comes from being a fixer when I was a kid. I felt like I always needed to fix every little situation. In fact I was certain it was my job to fix it. If you're like me you want everything and everyone to be comfy, calm and their blood sugars to be even keeled. You kinda think every "party" is secretly your party to host in some fashion. The ego looms large my friends. But this weekend as I was internally (and externally) freaking out and imagining storming the buffet table...I looked over and saw my eight year old pull out her knitting needles. Point taken young one; judgement and control gets in the way of fun every time. And the job is to let go and bring our own fun to whatever party we end up at...also, to bring our own snacks.