"Oh really? Why?"
"Uh, I'm going to this thing..."
And up until that very moment I wasn't sure I was actually going to go to CONvergence. I hedged. "We'll see. I might go Thursday and hate it and be in on Friday." Because the moment I decided to go I was flooded with wicked anxiety.
I'm sure it will be fine. I KNOW it will be fine. But the preamble. Oh, that wash of panic.
Why did I convince myself that this was something I should do? :/