The past two weeks have been…, let’s say interesting. Two Mondays ago, I began a project (building a teardrop camper) that turned out to be much bigger than I thought. I had planned to use my new creation at Wild Goose this year, but that was not to be. Despite working furiously, I just couldn’t get it done in time. I even took an extra day trying to finish it, which got me to the festival a day late and I still had to camp in a damn tent. Oh well, such is life.
The festival itself was amazing. Starting out tired made me revise my plans for the weekend and, instead of trying to see numerous speakers and groups, I picked a few I really wanted to see and took it easy the rest of the time. And that, my friends, did two truly wonderful things. First, I was able to fully enjoy what I did see and, second, it gave me time to spend meeting real, live people. I don’t know that I can describe how it felt to connect face-to-face with people who I’ve only spoken to online. You know, I love technology and social media is awesome, but it’s no replacement for bona fide human contact.
In meeting all these people, I also met several beloved readers of But Not Yet and I’m still reeling from the encouragement I received from you guys. While the people I see on a daily basis are amazingly loving and supportive of what I do here, my twisted little brain works overtime to minimize all that they do, telling me they’re my family and loved ones and they have to support me. It’s not true, of course, but that doesn’t make it any less effective. It also makes outside validation feel that much sweeter. It never ceases to amaze me how, any time I begin to doubt myself, one of you says just what I need to keep going. I love you all, family and friends, both new and old.
I said at the beginning of this piece the last two weeks had been interesting, but maybe a better word would be enlightening because I’ve learned a lot since August 5th. I learned that, while the amount of physical labor I’m capable of is greater than I thought, it’s still not what it was before my intermitant dance partner came along. I learned that, even though things might not go the way I planned, amazing stuff can still happen (okay, I already knew that, but I needed a reminder). And, I learned that meeting and talking to new people isn’t nearly as bad I always think it will be (see above parenthetical statement). Not only am I enlightened, I’m energized; both to write and finish that damn camper.
Okay, boys and girls, I’ve got to clean up the muddy mess that is my camping gear and, if you were at Wild Goose, you know why and that it will be a chore. Later, bitches, and remember that I love each and every one of you.