Optimistic October: Bovvered?
This is me at times; I went into work with one agenda, get home without the temptation to go out for drinks, just so I could stay fresh for a long day tomorrow umpiring at a tournament, and get some Stag Walkers admin done. The murmuring about some sort of revelry started as I began to wipe down my desk (that kind of eavesdropping that I try not to do, then do by accident), and I forced myself to hurry out as the FOMO set in.
My mind really tells me stories about something that I knew nothing about, including what the whole story was, even though my head was telling me that I shouldn't go crazy tonight.
Instead, I've just been asking myself, "will this all matter in a year's time?", and the truth is - probably no, there will be other fun times, and I will get involved in them.
At the last minute, I decided to help out with setting up for the tournament; it felt like a more productive thing to do than sit at home on my own.