Way too much time to think

Friday night was good, a drink after work with co-workers follwed by The Alarmists at the Turf Club in St. Paul. Plans to continue the fun Saturday night were talked about.

Saturday more plans were made, a few of us were going to meet at my place to go out. So I waited. And nobody showed. I called all three, and all three decided on other plans without telling me. So it was 10 PM Saturday night and I was left alone. I wasn't exactly angry, it was was more disappointment than anything. Actually, it was more disappointing than anything I've come across in the past year. Maybe in my entire life. But I didn't sulk or feel sorry for myself, I sat and thought about it for a long, long time. I'm still thinking about it, where I'm at, what I want to do, where I want to go. If part of this journey is a solo trek, I'm prepared to take it on. I just wasn't expecting it so suddenly and so soon.