Getting Past The Door

When was your first time out is a stable question on forums.  Ignoring nocturnal wanderings and dressing services lets say Transister, Brighton. This was planned even more carefully than D-Day with one exception which is understandable.  When I saw the event posted and realsied I could attend well planing started.  Clothes were bought in Newcastle, shoes from Lacies Brighton, a wig and makeup.  The look was from a look J**** did.  Remember sitting at the level eating a sandwich thinking need to go back soon and get ready.  Back to room and shaved, showered and put on makeup, clothes, took a couple of pics and used too much hairspray.  Used a Lush antipersperant bar which was a mistake as it failed totally.  OK there we are. Sitting on bed with mobile phone and card for taxi firm.  Well then plan was to get to this stage and then see if would go any further.  Phoned for a taxi, told x minutes.  Well at x - 5 I hit the door and, in red heels, opened it and went out.  Had to pass think Italian students who suddenly went quiet as I passed. Waited briefly for taxi and arrived at venue.  It was upstairs but initially went downstairs but nobody paid any attention to me and I finally went upstairs.  Paid entry fee and got a card to be stamped at each event, silly on my part and theirs as they did not last long.  Now the plan only went as far as this point.  There may have been some nebulous idea of rampant admirers and how pretty I was but the point was I had no intel about what happened inside and what to do.  In a big way it did not matter, I had already hit all the targets, the rest was gravy.  As it turned out the plan was not to get drunk, wet myself, stagger home, vomit on bed and spend the next day with a monster hangover.  There was some idea of walking on shingle in bare feet and there are pics of me not doing that.
Next day was vile all round.
The point I am making this WAS a moonshot.  The Apollo 11 astronauts were supposed to have taken suicide pills if it all went bad and Nixon had a speech prepared.  Of course my little jaunt was not in that league at all.  If it all failed it would have had little real consequence.  I could have tried again at a future date.  However, it did push me outside my comfort zone and was a battle.  How many have stared at the door, grasped the knob and stayed in their room.
The problem is its too easy to bask in past success and not push forward. Transister was 2009, there has been a lot of progress since then.  I must now think how to push even more forward.