I booked two tickets. One for me, the other for my poodle.
We never went.
It’s cool though, no regrets. Just unexpected options. The fact that I could book it with a decision to fuck-all and leave is all that matters.
Because almost two years later I remember those naive-guts I had.
That’s all I need to revisit the mindset. So here I go, fucking-all once more… Just doing it smarter this time.
And without the poodle. The poodle was a bad idea.