I have a hard time making decisions. I don't know if it's my changeable nature or my tendency to regard every pro and con before I come to a conclusion - but it's something that I'm still learning to master. So when it comes to moments of spontaneity, more than likely, I'm the passive participant.
Last weekend, I was enjoying Pinot on the grass with a new friend. We had an open weekend and began flirting with the idea of going to North Georgia to find some outdoor adventures to dive into. Initially, I bubbled up with enthusiasm and began to plan for our day-trip in my head (but I know thine self!). By the time I made it home and got all warm and snuggly in my cocoon of introversion - I had already postponed the trip to the following weekend, put my scarf on and went to bed.
Danielle, on the other hand, was not having it. By nine-something, Sunday morning, I woke up to a series of messages as follows:
***** I WANNA GO HIKING!!!
I'm up now and ready to go!!!
😑😑😑
Let's goooooooooo