We just finished up a drive back from Coffs Harbour.
The original idea, was to stay for two nights in the hinterland, check out the town, maybe get in some surfing – and have a bit of a break from work.
I’d booked something kinda like a “tiny house.” Pet friendly.
So the ideas was our dog would sleep on her bed, a few metres away from where our bed was.
We lay down the first night, after a lot of driving, and Luna (the dog) starts snoring over there in her bed.
Not just a little purr, a big, proper, adult human snore.
Now this has happened before (she has a short, staffy heady), but nothing like what we witnessed this night. Maybe it was the altitude. Maybe it was the humidity. Who knows. But it was epic.
Around 2am, I put her in the bathroom and closed the door, and plugged my ears with music headphones, not plugged into anything, but her snores still seemed to resonate through the lightweight, “tiny house” door itself, like a drum.
Overall, I didn’t sleep a wink.
So when we woke up (or “got up”) a few hours later, I knew we were done.
We cruised the coast that day, had a great thick shake, then headed home – forfeiting our second night at the house.
Sunk costs kinda suck. You pay for something, build something, or write something. It could even be big, like a whole project in your biz, a degree or relationship.
You’re invested in it. All that time, all that money, your reputation or way of being…
And still, here’s the question, now that the time or money (or belief system) is in the past – would you rather sleep at home in your bed, or, wrestle with a snoring staffy for 12 hours and wake up exhausted once more?
Better to ignore the sunk cost and make a clean decision.
