Chill

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.