I should trip tonight, right?

It was my Christmas tradition for many years, but the last couple of years I've been a boring adult with more responsibilities than I'd like and my anxiety is thru the roof these days.

I've only ever had a couple of "bad" trips out of hundreds, and even the bad ones taught me valuable lessons and overall weren't really all that bad.

I'm torn between the potential trip bringing me relief or more grief.

I didn't used to be like this. Why can't I just commit? Getting old is weird, man.

Edit: I did the damn thing. Here we go!