A couple of months back, I wrote about going to the 20booksto50k conference in Vegas.
I had my heart set on going and meeting some of the people who are going to be there.
I really thought things would’ve settled down enough for it to be safe.
While I’ve said all along I’m not going to live my life in fear, I’m not going to be stupid about it. Going to Vegas feels akin to walking into a mine full of explosives.
Between Covid and airlines canceling flights, I don’t think it would be in my best interest to go.
Sometimes this adulting thing really sucks.