Planning, planning, and more planning. Fiona hated planning when it came to her own life, but in college discovered that she had a knack for planning events in the lives of others. She had planned birthday parties, extravagant weddings, galas for the social elite, and she even helped to remotely plan an unconventional coronation party for one of her cousins back home. There was something about helping someone celebrate an accomplishment or special moment in their life that brought her an immense feeling of joy, but the steps to the joy were, quite frankly, a hot mess behind the scenes. She had been up late the night before bottling wine from her most recent grape harvest at home, but had a client who insisted on meeting her early that morning at one of the coffee shops in town to talk about her wedding. Fiona sat through the meeting with a smile, nodding and stifling back an eye-roll as the all too valley girl used “like’ every other word to talk about her table placements. Finally, she left, and as soon as she was out of sight Fiona shook her head, sipped her tea, and stared off into the distance, allowing her mind to travel to who knows where.