For the last two months I've been trying to pull together a family reunion for early Jan 2017. If I knew how hard and awkward it was to co-ordinate something with people you thought would co-operate, I wouldn't have raised my hand to do it.
It was a last minute decision and I understand that more time would have been preferred, but in typical fashion everyone is moving like snails.
I set a registration cut off time, which is in 5 days and where 80 of us pre-registered, only half have actually registered.
And then there's family who straight out don't want to participate in the event because of reasons that are remarkably idiotic. Eg. Who do you think you are starting this Reunion. Good luck with that one, I'm not interested. I'm not going if she's going. You are not the head of the family. FYI: The head of the family in my eyes takes care of our Mother/Grandmother, daily.
We've never had a reunion before. I've been shot down previously for trying to plan one. The only "reunions" we've had were unplanned because someone died and we were all there for the tangi. It was time to have a reunion for a happy occasion and it will be the last one I ever attend and probably the only one we'll ever have, so I'm going to make the most of it.
I woke up this morning with a new attitude. I'm going to stop doing unto others because I haven't done unto myself. I'm not letting anyone get me down.
... and overnight, 6 family members registered pushing our count more towards that 80 mark.
It's going to be a good day because I'm using my time wisely from now on.
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