That's the question I've been asking myself. When did I go from being relieved that a plan fell through to being disappointed?
To be disappointed I must've initially been looking forward. Without realising, I was looking forward to a a night on a hill in shite weather with a bunch of folk I've never met before. I was looking forward to a night of sub-zero temp's, in the middle of nowhere, shooting the breeze with others of a like-mind.
When I packed my kit, there was an air of excitement and anticipation, not trepidation. When those plans were scuppered, my reaction was nothing like it would've been last year. The gear's still laid out, ready for the off rather than packed away and doomed to months of seeing no action at all.
My attitude has changed. This is good. This is almost an epiphany, in fact.
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One of my workmates said that she'd be thinking of me out in the cold when she was in her nice warm flat.
I pointed out that I'd be thinking of her when I was tucked up in my down sleeping bag, on an insulated sleep-mat, under a down jacket, cocooned toe to neck in merino wool, and wearing a warm cap. And if it got colder, I could put on another layer.
The only thing that didn't come true, was that I didn't think of that woman.
"And lo, it was bloody brilliant!"
Good lad! :o)
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