Somebody grant me the serenity
to accept the crappily made costume parts I cannot change;
mad skills to change the ones I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
I have been trying for the past few days to put into words what I’ve been feeling over the last several months. Returning from the worst convention I’ve attended to date and really thinking about what made it that way helped solidify the issue. Simply put, I’m burned out. But …