Not the first trip. Not the big one.
I'm talking about a random Tuesday night — a meetup I had on my calendar for two weeks, and by 4pm I had talked myself out of it three times.
Traffic.
Tired. D
Don't really know anybody there yet.
I'll go next time.
I went anyway. And I met someone who's now going to New Orleans with us in November.
I think about that a lot.
How many "I'll go next times" we collect over the years.
How they stack up.
How one day you look at the pile and wonder what would've happened if you'd just gone.
That's really what this community is about, if I'm being honest. Not the destinations. The going.
Quick poll — be real with me:
What's your "I almost didn't go" moment most often about?
- A) I'm tired and it's just easier to stay home
- B) I don't know anyone and it feels awkward walking in alone
- C) I talk myself out of it before I even get started
- D) Something else (drop it in the comments — I actually want to know)