On Friday I was invited to attend a casual Harry Potter marathon (which was right up my alley) at the house of one of my co-workers, Mike. Given that he's five years my senior, I struggled with the decision. I didn't know any of his friends and had no clue what to expect.
When he extended the invitation, I said, "You're serious?" He replied with "Why not? There shouldn't be a lot of thought involved. You are welcome in our home."
I realized in that moment that I take life far too seriously. Life is for taking chances, experimenting and experiencing, fucking up and learning, succeeding.
Why not?
I showed up Saturday afternoon and was in Mike's basement with two of his friends on whom I had never laid eyes. We began in unpleasant silence, but after a few hours we were nearly crying from laughter (and we hadn't even drank.) I was ridiculously comfortable with all of them, and I felt free to be myself.
I'm so thankful I decided to take that chance. I suppose sometimes you'll never warm up to the water if you don't jump in feet first.
New goal: Take chances. Worry less. Venture with the tides. Remember that you have nothing to lose.
I'm not shocked that you fit in well with people 5 years older than you. You are probably more mature now than I was at 25.
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