Last night, I went on a boat tour of the chain of lakes in Winter Park, Florida.
Nothing earth-shattering about a boat, true. I’ve been on plenty of boats. In fact, I love being on the water.
But I’d never been on a boat on these particular lakes, and with these particular women.
I only really knew two of them, and only one well, who happened to invite me on a whim. Some I recognized. Some I didn’t. I was tired and almost backed out of going. I didn’t feel like forcing myself to socialize with people I wasn’t comfortable with after already being drained from a long day of work. Small talk can be exhausting. But, I sucked it up and went.
Boy am I glad I did.
The Daily Rejection (A Writer's Woe) 