|Three weeks after returning from Burning Man, the alternator on the
Cavalier died and needed to be replaced. It had to go back to the shop
again. I guess I just pushed that poor little car more than it had
ever been pushed.
I may have also pushed myself too hard.
The coil pack might have lasted long enough to get me home, but I would've
been a nervous wreck every mile of the way. Driving the last leg of my
trip, down that long, straight road through Kansas, I felt disillusioned,
sad, depressed, disappointed, lonely… drained of everything I had
in me. Going too long without a decent night's sleep can do that to you.
I had left on my trip with an attitude that I had all my bases covered,
but my plans got knocked for a loop. It was like the Gods of Travel had
just decided to yank my chain.
At the Ranger social, Ranger Judas asked me, "Did you have a good burn?"
That's a complicated question. I heard some wonderful music, met some amazing
people, and saw some unbelievable things. On the other hand, this was certainly
the most exhausting, stressful, and expensive trips I'd ever taken to Burning
Man. In past years, I'd already have my next trip all planned out in my
head before I was halfway home. At the end of 2010, months after returning
from the playa, I still didn't know how I'd get there again. I'd always
told myself that if you learn something from a negative experience, you
turn it into a positive experience, but I did not know what my lessons
were supposed to be. The life lessons I learned had not yet manifested
--And yet, when do life's lessons ever really manifest themselves... except when you need them?