I'm supposed to leave to go to the airport in just under an hour. My flight to Vegas leaves at 7:15 AM. I'd be there for a week and a half, staying with a friend and working for a new band that she's been managing. To be quite honest, I don't want to go. Something in my heart is stopping me, and I can't quite place my finger on what exactly it is. I'm not required to go, by any means, but it'd be a new band, new contacts, new experiences, and new opportunities. Granted, I have a handful of opportunities already, it would just be one more. I leave for NYC at the end of the month, then again at the end of January for a tour. I also just returned, two weeks ago, from a rather long and trying multi-city trip. I thought I was getting really bored and going out of my mind because I was home and not moving about, but now I wish I had more time to relax.
What would you do if you were me? Would you chill for the next few weeks, or would you chalk this up to being anxious about flying and/or exhausted from constantly moving, bite the bullet and go? Have you ever suddenly changed your mind on something?
I'm finding it physically impossible to organize my thoughts clearly enough to tell if making this phone call to southwest to credit my flight is a good idea or not.