Nothing to fear.

MARCon was wonderful. I felt like me the entire weekend. I didn't dress to impress or wear a lick of makeup. Hello, world. This is me. I'm back.

I worked in Ops, which is sort of like "dispatch" for the convention, all the hours I was supposed to work. I saw many old friends and made a few new ones. I renewed one friendship, and began to heal another. I hung out with Pokemon and Darth Vader and Loki (double meaning there, wink wink.) I shared a room and many thoughts with one of my best friends, whom I am so glad is local. It was the best con ever.

Yes, I was in a lot of physical pain for most of the time, and I had no chemical crutch to lean on. The pain slowed me down a bit, but did not stop me (praise the gods.) I got to a point at which I just decided to own the pain and get on with things. That said, I slept nearly the entire day yesterday. I was so tired I fell asleep sitting up between the time Matt asked me what sounded good for dinner and when dinner was ready. I felt a little depressed, because I always do after conventions. Going from being surrounded by a flurry of crazy creative energy to the sudden quiet of being home is always jarring. I think I handled it fairly well, though. I feel back on top of things today, enjoying the beautiful weather. (I was awake just long enough to witness a massive thunderstorm yesterday afternoon.)

I am not going to process and dissect all the things that happened over the weekend. I am going to cherish it as a few of the best days I've had in years and refer back to it when I question my ability to get up and do. I am so grateful for my friends. I am so glad that things came together just the way they did. And really, that's it.

Feeling the love.