Someone invited me to a happy hour the other day that sounded like something a lot of people I know would be at. I put it on my calendar and looked forward to it.
Hours beforehand the inviter said, “It looks like there’s only three of us.” I thought about bailing. Me and two other people, one of whom I know a little and the other not at all? Uh . . .
I went. It was fun. I learned a lot from my two compatriots, particularly about the apartment search racket in Chicago and how to game it. I came home and immediately put some of that learning to work.
All it needs is a couple of people–maybe even one–for something constructive to emerge that you didn’t even plan for.
You should go.