There's a moment I've thought about more times than I can count. School camp. Marlborough Sounds. One of those places so beautiful it barely feels real. Someone else was already running.
We were at a meal when one of the camp organisers stood up and made an announcement. The first person to come up to the front would win a free return trip.
I hesitated. Not from fear. Not because I didn't want it. Just a half-second. Wait, really?
I didn't get the trip. And I have thought about that moment ever since. Not with the sharp sting of regret. More like a splinter that lodged somewhere useful and never fully came out.
The opportunity was real. The window was genuinely short. My hesitation wasn't even a decision. It was just a reflex. A half-second of needing to confirm what I'd already heard before I moved on it.
That was enough.