So I had a couple of days there where everything seemed to rub me the wrong way. I was seriously considering a need for mediatation. Still think that would be a good idea. Anyway, I'm back at normal levels of happiness, about 80% (because life may be good, but it sure ain't perfect). I'm enjoying writing the dissertation even while know that I can't know everything. Because you know what, I know enough. And when I read new stuff, I'm not saying, hell, I don't know what he/she is talking about. Instead, I think, well, that's interesting. I agree here, but not here. And that's way more fun than total confusion and dismay.
I have some days blocked out for myself in the not to distant future. Also, I'm going to SXSW, which I'm totally psyched about. And I'll be going to BlogHer, which I'm also totally psyched about. I'm running a conference myself that takes place in a few weeks which I'm totally psyched about. Could I be more totally psyched?
All of this, of course, could be a result of lack of sleep and general exhaustion. You know how kids get giddy at slumber parties after a certain hour? Well, that could be me right now. But what the heck, I'm going with it. I think I still have kids somewhere and I think they're doing okay.