I had every intention of writing a two part thing on my vacation(s). I even started it. And then I saved it, because my mind keeps wandering back around to how I feel right now. Stupid brain.
For just short of two weeks I was busy everyday. Playing in the sun, going to shows and festivals, seeing people I hadn't seen in forever, drinking far more than I have in years, trying new things, remembering old things and pretty much just appreciating every full moment.
And now... BLAH.
Life is correcting itself, I guess.
Intellectually I get that if every day was perfect and great and amazing, I wouldn't appreciate it as much. That doesn't mean I have to like when the pendulum swings back.
