I'm ACTUALLY smack in the middle of that real thing of feeling sorry for myself, despite having no good reason for it and plenty reason to feel lucky and grateful. Trying to shake myself out of this stupid funk.
I have work obligations over this weekend, even though I've planned this trip to a scheduled event for about a year. Have had the tickets that long. I should have communicated at work earlier, obviously. So I only have myself to blame, and am kicking my rumpus around the room. I'm still going on the trip but will have to constantly manage to keep my work disruption to a minimum. Not exactly the carefree trip.