Tuesday, May 21, 2019
I am putting way too much pressure on myself over what should be a simple trip to a resort. I should simply be excited to lie by the pool and have drinks ushered to me. Rather, I worry I won't make any good pictures. South Beach, you see. I want to Uber down and make some masterpieces. Ha! I haven't taken photos in a year, but I want to make some masterpieces. Rather, I am afraid that I will do this--out of focus pictures of nothing. It is nerve wracking to take pictures in a crowd. At the beach, treble that. I don't think I have it in me. My body and nerves are not what they were.
And so I worry over a beautiful vacation.
What camera should I use? What lens? I want to have them all.
I know those in my audience who are rolling their eyes now. I know. I know.
I think I've made myself sick over it. Truly. My guts are twisted. I feel like death.
I might be wrong. It might not be anxiety. But I don't want to think about that.
Chill, buddy. You need to chill.
I will. I will.
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