When I got my permit to carry concealed, I worried about how little practice I had, and wondered if I should even be carrying a gun. I don’t have much confidence in my ability to draw quickly, but if I wait until I’m flawless, I’ll never have my gun with me. I may still be practicing on how sights work, but if I wait until I can consistently drill two rounds through the same hole, I’ll never have my gun with me. I may not ever be tacti-cool enough to keep moving while reloading and firing but if I wait to carry until I am, I’ll never have my gun with me. I may not be as aware of my surroundings as I should be, but if I wait until I’m free of other distractions, I’ll never have my gun with me. I may never have the time to train to reach any of the above goals, much less all of them, but if I wait until I do, I’ll never have my gun with me. Some say having a gun makes you a target. Some say having a gun serves as a deterrent. If I waited until that debate was settled (including my internal one), I’d never have my gun with me. And don’t even get me started on the caliber wars. Some of us come late to the realization that the only ones we can count on to keep us safe are ourselves. So we open our eyes, and we travel that road – all with different starting places, and going at difference paces. But as long as I’m making progress, however slow, I’ll keep plodding along. Because no matter how much I have to learn, or how much I need to improve, I’ll keep carrying my gun. Because something is better than nothing.