I had told myself that I was going to be the good fashion-girl-gone-conference and only pack in a carry-on. And then everyone laughed. But I did – and it looked like this:
Unfolded and in-person that small stack looked like this:
Saturday morning I had the pleasure of speaking with Susan, Danielle, Roxanna and Sarah (complete with mandatory Pantene girl hair flip) on a panel addressing the idea of moving from a “mommy blogger” (gag) to a mom who blogs and how to make that transition thoughtfully and professionally. It was a great discussion and I even managed to drop an F-bomb to discuss why I rarely use the F-bomb in my writing any longer.
It made sense at the time.
Each time I attend a conference I come home with a different lesson. Sometimes it comes out of a session, more often than not it comes from a spontaneous hallway conversation. This time, though, it came from within. A collision of worlds that slammed together at the Versace Mansion Saturday night. I’ll write a separate post about that – it demands to stand on its own.
But still, as always, connecting with those Internet friends that live in your computer, but all too far away, and being able to laugh and snort and “ah ha” with everyone as we bear witness to some powerful moments in keynotes and sessions – or by the pool – is still the greatest reason to attend a conference.
I will miss some of my new (Dad!) friends who are now scattered to such far away lands as Portugal and Michigan. (It’s the Big 10 – that’s a whole other country.) I wish these two and a host of other new friends could have fit in that carry-on, but that’s okay. I had room in my head and heart to stash away more memories and images and moments and secrets shared in dark corners.
See that’s the thing about these trips – there’s what you bring, and then there’s what you bring home.
If you attended the conference, I’d love to know what the best thing you brought home was.