Gunsite 250
Gunsite 250 I almost did not go. The trip was not planned very far in advance, and my main goal was to get Charlie into the youth 250 class. Money has been tight, and I was planning to spend the week working. I asked for and received approval to work remotely . . . and then spent a few weeks pondering what I should do. All of this was really just a smoke screen that I was using to hide the real issue: fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of failure, fear of being embarassed in front of my peers, fear of not meeting the instructors' expectations. Fear that I would not be able to find even a small piece of the old me, and that there was nothing left to find. Fear that the younger, healthier "two-gun Greg" from years ago at a place that no longer exists, was simply dead and gone. I did not expect to finish the week. To be honest, I wondered if I would make it through the first day. So what happened? Why did I change my mind and go? I w...