Here I am, day three after the annual Lotusphere conference at 2:30 am CET wide awake. Why?
Part of it is probably jet lag. In his book Pattern Recognition, William Gibson writes:
Her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can’t move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.
So I am waiting for my soul to catch up with my body. During that time, lots of things happen. I enjoy being amongst those I love, being at a place I call home. I enjoy the foods and drinks I am used to. I enjoy the silence I didn’t have for the last week. I also still enjoy the buzz I got from being amongst other „freaks”/professionals for whole week, listening, learning and talking about something I like to do.
But now, at 2:24 am – in the middle of the night – everyday life is creeping up on me. There is this whole unsorted heap of things and stuff I would like to do or redo with the knowledge from last week. There are still so many things I learned that I would love to communicate, that I don’t know, where to begin. And I should set up another blog for this and that before I start writing or shouldn’t i, … – you get the idea.
And there are all these mundane, energy draining things that I HATE to do, that shouldn’t even be necessary, if some people would behave like decent living beings and not like assholes. But they are not, so I have to waste my time and energy to ward these people and their non-issues off.
All that is coming back now after a week of bliss, that could only have been better, if swmbo would have been with me.
So here I sit now, at almost three o’clock in the morning, ranting on instead of getting some sleep to tackle tomorrows mayham. Oh well, I will cope anyway. Let’s see how this will end.