...directing a camp that is.At the beginning of all this, the work seemed disproportionate to the actual "fruits of labor"...three months of preparation, endless hours desk-side, task lists a-plenty, and a learning curve as steep as that first upward climb on a roller coaster ride, all for the split-second gravity-defeating descent, and blur of peripheral objects swiftly slipping past that trivializes what all the build-up was for...
Ah, why do we do things for personal growth and defy our obvious nature?
...So we can reflect on what we thought would happen and compare it to how we perceive what did happen...then see if they coincide. Duh.
So here it is, my post-project 'perception': It was a 'dog and pony' show. The view of the sidelines while descending the summit was blurry...but the coaster-ride down was not swift, nor nearly as rewarding as its upward climb would suggest. What's more, in the blur I fear I may have lost sight of many valued parts of myself (if only temporarily) I only now have noticed gone, having arrived at the discharged bottom: creating, imagining, writing, thinking for hours on end about the nature of human beings and their interactions, seeking personal intrinsic challenges rather than being engaged in extraneous tasks...all that good stuff. Luckily, I've emerged to an eagerly awaiting reality check and the enjoyable task of stepping back inside myself...its time to deplane and recollect my baggage.
What a long strange trip it's been...
