Super Scavenger Hunt Sunday

I had the perfect plan for Superbowl Sunday. Although, it had more to do with food than it did with the actual game.  

On Saturday, I planned out all the groceries I would need to prepare a fun feast for game day. I anticipated my Sunday would be extremely busy because I was also blessed with a new contract job that I started the day before. I divvied up my day to writing and cooking. 

I woke up early Sunday morning, ready to receive the groceries, but my plan was completely thrown off course. What was supposed to be a simple grocery handoff, turned into an unexpected scavenger hunt.

I had been communicating with the delivery driver on where to drop off the groceries. Even though he was literally just down the street from me, at some point he stopped communicating and all I received was a photo of my groceries in a random location.

Below the photo he replied, “Thanks.” I was utterly confused. I texted him where he left them but no response. It was so bizarre. Why wouldn’t he tell me where he left my groceries? I’m sitting here laughing as I write this because it was the strangest, most annoying, and weird, interaction that I had experienced in a while.

I began to scour my apartment building, trying to match the surroundings in the photo. No luck. Then I had the idea to look at his last location, which was just down the street.

I was so curious to solve this weird mystery, that I ventured out into the cold, snowy weather, and began looking at the nearby buildings. To my utter surprise, I peered into a garage, behind a restaurant, and see a slightly open door with recognizable items, holding it open. My groceries.

I then grabbed a flatbed cart from my building, piled the groceries onto it, and pulled the cart back to my building, up an inclined hill.

It was hard not to be in a bad mood after this incident. I had scheduled my day out perfectly to accomplish everything that I wished to do. After spending a few hours resolving this issue, I realized it just wasn’t feasible to get everything done.

Normally, I would’ve pushed myself to still work and cook and make sure everyone was happy. However, I knew I didn’t have the energy to do it all. In the end, I decided to put myself first. I prioritized my work and ordered a pizza.

I know I made the right decision, but a part of me still felt like I failed. The reality is though, I am not in control of what could happen around me. You can plan everything to a T, but there’s no guarantee that any of it will go as planned. 

I had to pivot and what made my decision easier was knowing my priorities. Moments like this are bound to happen, all we can control is how we react to the situation.