overnight i am going on a bus to sundance campground outside a seaside village called tekirova.
it is far out in nature and there will not be many people around. i will be staying in a treelodge -- a wooden hut out in the forest and elevated.
this mini-trip is coming at just the right time.
it took a lot for me to start to say, i know the kind of person that i am, rather than, i know the kind of person i can be. the image i have is of walking a path and i can either walk straight or i can stumble and trip and generally veer to the left, which over the course of a hundred paces takes me into the bramble.
but i liked saying i know the kind of person i can be, because then i have an excuse for not being that person today.
recall that it is midway through the conflicts of act two that the protagonist faces the bleak moment -- the point from which it seems impossible to pull up. like in star wars when obiwan kenobi dies and luke says, i just don't know how i can go on.
anyways i am looking forward to some quiet time. there will be birds there. and maybe i will go horseback riding and get far far from people. i could get to like horses. very steady.
