The story of a very windy, wintry night, a long day and a 6-hour round trip .... oh and a whole bag of nerves.
It's my story. Yesterday's story. When I saw that the gorgeous Lauren of Aspiring Kennedy and lovely Helena of A Diary of Lovely were hosting a bloggers meet-up, something inside me wanted to RSVP a big, fat yes. But then, I live about 200 miles from where this little shindig was being held on a cold Monday evening in December and I had work commitments that are non-negotiable. Oh and the small matter of a fear of social situations where I know no-one. In short, there was every reason to venture home after a hard day's work to a hot dinner, bath and pyjamas! And, normally this is the path of least resistance I'd have taken.
The story turns out a little differently. I put my nerves to one side, stumped up the train fare and made the journey to the capital. And, boy, am I glad I did. My panic over having to make small talk was unfounded - I met such a lovely group of like-minded, creative people that topics of conversation flowed like the delicious elderflower juice at the venue. What on earth had I been worrying about?
What I thought would be too scary, too much effort and too late a night (it was and I LOVE my sleep!) was well worth it. How many times have I taken the easy route? Too many. On this night, I was fuelled by my love of writing and by a little tickle in my tummy that told me three words - go for it!