OVFF

Good grief, I'm leaving for OVFF in less than 44 hours.  I am so not ready for OVFF.  I've hardly touched a guitar in weeks; I've fallen into one of those ruts of not being in the habit of playing, and for the last several weeks I've had a nagging pain in my right elbow that has slightly discouraged me from picking up the guitar.  I also haven't done some photo projects that I've really meant to do for OVFF for months; I got started on the main one on Monday, and just lost the momentum.

I trust I will be able to have a good time even if I don't perform much and don't have much new photography to show off.  I really need a con to give me a social kick in the ass and get me out of the hole I'm inhabiting right now.  I'm sure I will be happy Friday through Sunday; the trick will be not falling back into the hole when I get home.

birder2 and I expect to arrive at-con around 4PM on Friday.  Anyone for a reasonably quick and inexpensive dinner before the Tea Party?

Ep

As I was browsing and ruminating on my friends page, I had an ep.  As in, a little piece of epiphany.

I'm not very effective or successful in my life because I'm not very good at accepting that the world as it is defines the rules that I have to play by.  I've always spent so much of my intellectual existence in imaginary places where things are, if not always better, at least not banal and grindingly dull, and where I can pursue goals that really matter or ends that really satisfy, and where life works out the way it should, that it saps my motivation to push myself really hard in the real world for the trivial achievement I can actually reach.  It becomes a self-perpetuating cycle when, for instance, I'd rather contemplate my navel than go do the lunch dishes, or read a book than do the errands I need to do.