The one thing I would like to do more is travel. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to take a road trip or jump on a plane and get lost in some distant destination. Instead, I allow my introversion and excuses to leverage my reasoning for hibernating in my 2 bedroom apartment with my kids. Yep, I take the lonely drive to destination anxiety. I can’t tell you how many plans I’ve cancelled at the last minute and I’m honestly surprised that those people are still my friend. Can anyone else relate or is it just me???