Those of you who have been following my shenanigans know that since February of last year, I have been suffering from severe chronic eye pain in my left eye. It happened suddenly, and as far as I know, it hasn't affected my vision. But the pain has been excruciating, and it's constant. I'm on a nerve pain medication for it, but I have to stay on a low dose to prevent terrible side effects. So I often have breakthrough pain.
(I am, however, very thankful that I didn't go blind. That would have been much worse.)
So, if you guys follow our Twitter or Facebook feeds, you'll know that a few weeks ago we had a table at a smallish scifi/fantasy literature convention called MileHiCon.
We went into this madness with our previous experience on the subject being that we had attended a couple conventions ourselves at various times, and also knowing people who had had tables themselves, though not with any details about how they had run said tables.
I've recently re-learned something about weekends that I tend to forget.
It has to do with travel. Ever wonder why a weekend (or week) away tends to feel longer than the same amount of time in one's regular routine?
Basically, you're out of your rut -- seeing and doing new things -- so you're actually noticing the world, no longer on autopilot. That means you're fully alive in every moment and experiencing every detail.
As a bonus: you're also doing more fun things (unless you're travelling for work); you've literally left the grind of work and other daily responsibilities behind; and you're probably getting more exercise (walking!) and more nature.
I've found this time-dilation phenomenon to be true of all sorts of travel, from long-weekend hops to a nearby town or city, to multi-month overseas expeditions, and everything in between. Last weekend I took a road trip through gorgeous countryside to another city, poked around a trendy street, stayed in a place I'd never been before. Earlier this fall I spent a weekend in Montreal, doing much the same things. This summer I went hiking in the Rockies for most of a week. A year and a half ago, I spent three months backpacking around Asia. All of those trips felt twice as long as they really were.
Here's the secret: you don't have to actually travel.