Finally starting to feel a little bit more like myself, health-wise, and just in time! Today, Cory and I get on a plane to Seattle. Hopefully we remembered everything…I always feel like I’ve forgotten something when I go on trips. Probably why I always over-pack my poor suit-cases.
It’s funny how this convention doesn’t seem real yet. I know that I’ll be there. I’ve been looking forward to it for months and months. And it’s been on my bucket list of “someday I’ll go there,” for years. And yet it all seems fantastical and distant right now. I wonder when that will wear off? When we’re on the plane? When we land? When we set up our table? Or will it stay in that strange not-real place all the way through?
I wonder why the brain does this sometimes. Maybe it’s for the best. Perhaps it’s even a defense mechanism. If part of my mind can’t believe we’re really going, then I can’t worry about how it could go wrong. And it’s a bit of a relief not to worry, for once. I don’t know what will happen, if it will go well or not, but we’re going and we’ll see. Wish us luck!
Have you ever had that not-real feeling? What was it for, and when did it wear off?