If you remember one of my earlier posts I made the point that there were a lot of things that I enjoy doing, yet don’t get around to actually doing.
In the middle of last week, a friend called and asked if I wanted to go skiing on Saturday.It was a one day trip up to Hunter Mountain in NY. I could afford it. I had no plans.
I said yes.
Then an odd thing happened on Friday. (I hadn’t actually paid for the trip at this point). I texted that I wasn’t going to go. The reply came back “no worries”…
So for some reason, I called. And during the conversation, I got a little kick in the behind that I needed.
The truth is I wanted to go, but some bizarre mental block was preventing me from going. And just a 2-minute conversation was all I needed to actually get out the door, pay for the trip, and get measured up for my skis and boots.
I had a great time. The snow was pretty good for East Coast skiing, and although it was cold, I have plenty of fancy outdoors clothing for the cold that I rarely wear. And if it wasn’t for that phone call, I wouldn’t have gone.
Moral of the story: It’s ok to ask your friends for help. That’s why they’re called friends.