What Planning a Surprise Party Taught Me About Myself and Life

I was planning a dream surprise party. For my ex’s 40th. (When I still loved him, of course). I’ll call him Darren. I was super excited! And STRESSED. There was sooooooo much to organize. I had to find a way of covertly arranging all the activities I loathed. Activities he happened to enjoy immensely. No wonder we didn’t last. I wear my emotions on my sleeve. I crack up at my own jokes. I empathize so much that I often cry with someone sharing sad news. And I’ve been told that when the occasion calls for it, I can’t hide how angry or annoyed I look, even though I try to appear neutral. Now imagine my non-poker face betraying me throughout the surprise party planning process. Not to mention the guilty tone of my voice. For an overthinking worrywart like me, it was a real nightmare! A long checklist kept me hopping and the adrenaline pumping. What did I still need to take care of? Sports bar? Check. Dart Board? Check. Chicken Wings? Check. Billiards? Check. You get the picture. I had to stealthily figure out the guest list, too. More angst for yours, truly. He had no idea what HE was putting ME through!!! Darren enjoyed partaking in team sports. So I had to somehow invite his baseball teammates, hockey teammates, and other friends, family, and co-workers. Most of whom I didn’t know. <a href="https://medium.com/playtown/what-planning-a-surprise-party-taught-me-about-myself-and-life-4c290a9953ae">Read More</a>