It’s been two weeks since I went to Blissdom and I’ve been trying to figure out how to write about it without sounding like a sugar soaked sap. I’m pretty sure I’m still going to fail.
I’ve been pretty mired in my muck the past, well let’s be honest here, two years. Two years of feeling like my world is slowly falling in on me and there’s no hope to stop it.
I spent four days in Nashville on the verge of tears. Because I found hope.
Um, y’all? That is Me Ra Koh. Go see her speak. Seriously. Now.
Hope that things won’t always suck.
Hope that I can pursue my passions, what I love love to do and be successful at them.
I felt truly happy for the first time in I can’t even tell you. I met women I’ve admired for years, who are every bit as awesome in person as they are online. I met people I didn’t even know I wanted to meet until there they were standing in front of me, being all fantastic and where have you been all my life.
I laughed, and drank, and stepped outside my comfort zone and danced and sang on stage, and stayed up all night talking with new friends and stayed up all night the next night wheeze laughing with old ones.
I rediscovered pieces of myself, of my soul, of my heart, of my me that I thought I’d lost long ago. That I’d given up hope on ever finding again.
This conference and the women (and men!) who comprise it were exactly what I needed. It was a reset button for my soul. I got to be a version of myself I’ve missed, desperately. And there simply aren’t enough words to express that kind of gratitude.