Saturday, March 26, 2016

Fear of Missing Out

In the midst of getting ready to go, I stop myself and take a big breath: why am I getting so worked up?

A few minutes before my friend texted me, I was waiting on my food to be delivered, anticipating watching a movie with my wife, and really looking forward to getting some writing done. Now, I'm running around the house, wondering how I'm going to feed myself, and trying to decide if a flannel is too "dressed down" for a whiskey tasting. 

One more deep breath, and I send a text back to my friend, thanking him for the offer, but politely declining, as the timing just wasn't right.

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