Just go

I almost succumbed to the usual excuses of Saturday crowds and traffic, but instead I went to a local indie book fest. People in a borrowed space sharing what they made, the curious walking table to table talking with authors, bakers, makers. Minimal tech, maximal laughter. The brewery next door had people and tables and dogs flowing onto the sidewalk. No one in a hurry. I got to talk with an author at semi-length, got home and devoured her book that I never would have found otherwise. So yeah. Whatever your version, wherever you are. Just go.