[Merritt]

I travelled to go see my favourite band and stay at a hotel by myself, this week. I kept feeling like I was making a tit of myself whenever I had to interact with anyone, and I felt a bit like throwing up until I got settled at the gig, but otherwise I got through it OK.

I was kind of disappointed at how emotionally flat I felt though. I'm struggling a bit not to feel disheartened about how even when I make the effort to do something difficult, there isn't much of a feel-good payoff. It was an OK experience, which I guess is at least better than a horrible panic-fest.