I make excuses because I’m scared. I’m in a zone, a comfort zone, and I don’t want to go outside the zone because, good grief, something might happen! I’m always thinking the worst: I’ll be embarrassed by someone or something, I’ll get lost and no one will come to my rescue, I’ll screw something up and fumble around until I make it just okay. But you know, usually things don’t turn out as bad as I had dreamed it up in my mind. Yeah, sometimes I do get lost or mess something up but really it isn’t all that bad. But more and more I’m pretty happy to stay at home and not do anything different from what I’ve done for the last 10 years. There’s nothing wrong with being a homebody but I need to meet a few people and socialize. It’s time to stop, go out and meet some people and enjoy life (another goal). No excuses.