HOPE
I was dragging my feet the next morning. I wanted to reach out to Colin, I really did, but every time I thought about calling him, I found a reason not to. Reasons that seemed perfectly reasonable to me. First, it was too early, and he might be sleeping. Then, well, I should probably shower and get cleaned up first in case he wanted to meet up right away after I called him. After that, I was feeling a little jet lagged and decided to lay down a bit and relax.
I was a master at rationalization, justification, and procrastination. If those were Olympic events, I’d be a gold medalist in all three.
I had dragged my feet so effectively, that before I realized it, the morning was gone, and it was afternoon and I still hadn’t eaten breakfast or left my stupid hotel room. My stomach growle
