At the end of a really great vacation, like the now-legendary 221B Con this weekend, there's always that moment when you realize you're going to have to go back to reality. The job, the household chores, all the obligations you manged to completely put out of your mind. And the serious, serious shit the world itself throws down outside of all that.
As I drove along the interstate headed north today, before hearing about the Boston tragedy tonight, I was remembering something Joss Whedon once wrote that I've always held dear, and it goes like this:
Big moments. They're not just tragedies. Sometimes they're a really great weekend you got to spend in the company of like-minded folk. Sometimes they're accomplishments you worked really hard to make happen. Things you knew were coming. Things that caught you by surprise. There are all sorts of big moments, good and bad, that change our lives.
And it's really true: "It's what you do afterwards that counts."
This weekend, we got away for a while, learned some new things, enjoyed the creative efforts of others, met some new friends . . . just like so many Sherlockian weekends I've had before. There's always a level of energy that comes from such things, if you get past the initial drop. The chance to use things you've learned, and follow paths you didn't know were even there earlier.
But this weekend wasn't just any Sherlockian weekend. For me, it was a big moment. Maybe not as big as some. Maybe even something that seems a little silly to some. Like everything else in life, however, now comes the "afterwards."