I don’t know about you but I have a ‘committee’ in my head – and they aren’t a nice committee. They aren’t there all the time but when they are they are like a nagging parent.
Last month I told myself that if I was in the final of the #sockies22 Social Media Awards that I would go to the awards ceremony this time. I didn’t go last year for a number of reasons and when I won (and was totally surprised) I celebrated by loading the dishwasher.
I’m in the final again this year – and I know I’m not going to win, after all I’m up against Taryn, the most colourful woman in Ireland – who really deserves to win, and I’ve talked myself out of going.
Money is a big issue – petrol, ticket (and hotels are just out of the question) but not just that, the pure anxiety of going. I don’t have a team, it’s just me. I won’t know anyone. I’m scared of Covid. Well I’m just scared in general. I’ve spent so long inside four walls that I think I’ve become stuck in my ways. I’m much better behind a laptop, it’s easier to type than talk.
Now that I’ve got these words out I can put this back in the box in my head and tell the committee to go for a long walk. There is probably a podcast in this.