Packing Pessimist

This Thanksgiving, my sister and I are headed down to Santa Rosa Beach, Florida.  Although, I'm super excited to be with family at the beach for a few days, eat good food, cheer on my Auburn Tigers Friday, and dominate in many games of A**hole, Bullsh*t, and Gin (we're a conservative group, can't you tell?), I have a growing anxiety that must be confronted. 

You're hearing it here first, I suffer from Packing Anxiety...

I pride myself on organization and planning.  Truth be told, I've been looking up New Year's Eve menus for months now trying to decide exactly what I'll want to eat 39 days from now.  You would think packing a suitcase wouldn't freak me out this much.  But for some reason, when it comes down to it, I procrastinate, pack three sweaters, then watch an episode of Real Housewives while contemplating the next object to pack.  This sort of non-plan plan takes hours for me to finish.  And inevitably, I will be unprepared for the elements.  Having a flight that leaves at 6am doesn't help either.  Usually, I end up packing everything a few items the morning of.  This time, I have no such luxury.

I hope this is not something you suffer from.  If it is, perhaps you could give me a few helpful tips on how to get over this ridiculous fear?  Thanks much!