I feel the north wind blowing on my face, ruffling my hair.
Change is on the air. I can almost smell it, like petrichor after the rain.
I spent last weekend in Portland finding bits and pieces of myself. A shimmer under a rock over there, a speck on a shadow fading away as I reach out, a birds feather floating down to rest in my palm. It was an event called the World Domination Summit and it restored a bit of me and gave it back to myself packaged prettily with a bright red bow, the inside unknown waiting to be opened.
I don't even know how to explain the convention, if convention it was (it wasn't). TED talks meets travel hackers meets life coaches meets the openness that one cannot find on a daily basis. High fives all around. I got inspired by some fantastic people and made new and amazing friends and spend time with local friends who made the journey and old friends who live in Portland now. It was... necessary, that weekend. Something I've wanted to do for years but just... didn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Life happened. Things came up. But I finally made it and it was everything that I had hoped for.
I still don't know where my life is leading me right now but I have all these ideas rattling around in my brain, like an overflowing penny jar and me not knowing which is the fanciest shiniest Lincoln calling out to 'pick me! pick me!' and so I am grabbing up fistfuls of shiny ideas not knowing which one will be that lucky coin to start something new. How big of a new thing? I don't know. I'm still searching and I have hopes - kinda big hopes - but I don't want to crash and fall so I'm trying not to set myself up for a big fall. I'm not Icarus. I don't have that kind of bravery just yet. But maybe... just maybe.... one day.
I spent last weekend in Portland finding bits and pieces of myself. A shimmer under a rock over there, a speck on a shadow fading away as I reach out, a birds feather floating down to rest in my palm. It was an event called the World Domination Summit and it restored a bit of me and gave it back to myself packaged prettily with a bright red bow, the inside unknown waiting to be opened.
I don't even know how to explain the convention, if convention it was (it wasn't). TED talks meets travel hackers meets life coaches meets the openness that one cannot find on a daily basis. High fives all around. I got inspired by some fantastic people and made new and amazing friends and spend time with local friends who made the journey and old friends who live in Portland now. It was... necessary, that weekend. Something I've wanted to do for years but just... didn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Life happened. Things came up. But I finally made it and it was everything that I had hoped for.
I still don't know where my life is leading me right now but I have all these ideas rattling around in my brain, like an overflowing penny jar and me not knowing which is the fanciest shiniest Lincoln calling out to 'pick me! pick me!' and so I am grabbing up fistfuls of shiny ideas not knowing which one will be that lucky coin to start something new. How big of a new thing? I don't know. I'm still searching and I have hopes - kinda big hopes - but I don't want to crash and fall so I'm trying not to set myself up for a big fall. I'm not Icarus. I don't have that kind of bravery just yet. But maybe... just maybe.... one day.