I should be heading for Texas this week to attend a writers’ conference. When I read the description of the event on-line, I decided I needed a getaway and would enjoy the company of other scribes. Dallas would be an easy flight and the host hotel sounded lovely. So, I made the necessary arrangements.
I sent in my fee for the workshops, made my flight reservations on Southwest, and booked a room at The Sheraton. I was looking forward to flying(which I love since I overcame my fear of it,) being in different surroundings, and maybe even talking to a few new acquaintances.
I marked the date-May 5-on my calendar and made a note to call the Airport Shuttle a few days before my scheduled departure. I even told family and friends about my upcoming adventure. I gathered my published writings together, and fantasized about the possibility of getting an agent or publisher interested in a book I would write.
But, I live a small, manageable life. And one day I realized I didn’t want to sacrifice my predictable days for the sake of a weekend spent with strangers. Who am I kidding? I doubt I will ever write a book, and why would anyone want to read it anyway? The shelves at Barnes & Noble are already crowded with literary and popular works of fiction and biographies and non-fiction books telling us how to improve our lives. I sure don’t have the answer to that question, and what new could I offer the reader?
So, I set about undoing the plans I had made. The conference offered me a partial refund, and I am grateful for getting any money back. Southwest was not so forgiving, but that was partly my fault. I had chosen the cheapest fare available, and neglected to read the no refund string attached to the deal. I did get a credit for a future SW flight in the next year. The hotel was easy to cancel. So, I am safe again. Phew!
Why haven’t I learned by now that I like the idea of going on trips more than the actual experience? I enjoy making airline reservations to far away destinations, and get a bit of a high from imagining the adventures I may have.
But, alas, I am a homebody at heart. While I did travel a lot alone when I was younger, I am not so brave anymore. So, I can look forward to the week ahead without dread and be glad I took another virtual vacation