I’m a big time control freak planner. I’ve written
about this compulsion before. I like knowing what’s going to happen and when. I
make lists of my lists and multiple copies of my work schedule every week.
Nevermind that my to-do list is never done and I sometimes spread myself too
thin when it comes to scheduling appointments, I am what I am. I am a planner.
Usually.
Lately, though, my baking hasn’t been as structured as I
would like. I am forgetting canisters in cupboards or neglecting to gather all
my tools in one place or not preheating the oven before I begin. I just feel
scatterbrained and harried, often working with too many ideas and too little
time. It’s been maddening to feel so unorganized in a space that I am usually
so comfortable in, doing an activity that is usually so effortless and
enjoyable. It had to stop.
I knew I needed a plan.
I knew I needed my bundt pan.