As much as I have loved every trip I have taken, from Antarctica to Iceland and many in between, there was a moment of DOG involved in each of them, a time of not wanting to go. Usually this happened while blearily driving to the airport at 4:30 am, or while second guessing my packing list the night before.
DOG sometimes crops up when local events happen too. It has nothing to do with how much I love my friends or how fun the day or evening promises to be. The couch looks so comfy! The cats are especially sweet. My book is really good, and Survivor is on! That's when DOG appears.
Work trips, even fire assignments, are a good source of DOG. "Why am I doing this," I think as I drag my heavy bag into the car. This is also a phrase that would go through my mind as I lined up at the start of the many road races I used to run, also a prime time of DOG.
Why do I get DOG? Am I the only one? Maybe it's fear of change or of the unknown. Whichever it is, I recognize it as an old friend. I know it's seldom real.
If you power through your DOG moments, the event or trip almost always turns out to be fun, and you're glad you didn't miss it. That is, unless it turns into SAHG, or Shouldn't Actually Have Gone, but this is rare.
Maybe DOG isn't that bad. It allows you to recognize that you may be stepping outside of your comfort zone, which is often a good thing. The thing you're about to do might be hard, or make you uneasy at first, but it will most likely turn out great in the end.
|Skydiving = a lot of DOG, but I did it!|