Upon the last total eclipse of the sun that was visible over the United States,
in 2017, I convinced myself that I didn't need to see it. That I didn't even
want to see it.
But, truth be told, once it was over, I felt like I'd missed out.
"I'll go see the one in 2024," I said to myself and all my friends. "Maybe I'll go to Mexico."
So as this year's total solar eclipse approached, I felt like I had to stay true to my word. Especially when I realized there wouldn't be another one appearing above the U.S. for another 20 years (and who knows what kind of condition I'll be in at that age??).
The same concerns I had seven years ago still rang true. Was it really worth the time and expense to travel for a few minutes of darkness? What if it was cloudy and I wouldn't be able to see anything anyway?
At some point, I just had to bite the bullet and commit to the trip—not to Mexico on my own, but to North Texas for a family reunion not of my own kin, but a chosen family that invited me to join them in the path of totality.