I must admit, I'm feeling a lot of pressure at the moment with the big trans-Pacific move looming and Photolucida on the horizon. Unfortunately for me, my stress always comes out in my sleep, so any time I happen to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, my mind starts to whir and creak and give off steam. DOES NOT COMPUTE.
"Maybe I shouldn't go this year. Am I putting too much pressure on myself? No, I can't just let it slide, it's too important to me. I really need the feedback at this point, I've been holed up on this island for too long. But seriously, am I nuts? I'm still shooting and OH MY GOD THE PRINTS. What kind of promo materials should I have? Fuck, I need new business cards. How will I get all of this done? How will I get the prints back to the States? Oh god, the MOVE! I haven't even started organizing the move yet! What is wrong with me? Holy shit. Holy SHIT. Maybe I shouldn't go this year."
And so on, and so forth. Round and round.
It's a fun ride. Ha ha. Ha.