Well, was it worth what?
The £50 ticket?
The air fare?
The hotel costs?
The stress of leaving the husband in charge?
The being away from my kids?
The leaving my comfort zone?
The minor anxiety attacks?
And lets not forget the humdinger of a hangover?
Well the conference itself was well run, interesting and engaging. But the real benefit was, as suspected, in the people that were there. Cementing old friendships, making new ones, meeting idols, and the changing status of certain 'online' friends to 'real life' ones. You know who you are.
And everywhere I turned there was yet another creative and inspiring woman encouraging me to be more.
The weekend away also gave me the opportunity to gain some head space from the daily grind and reflect on the big blogging picture - and what that 'more' actually was.
The conclusion I came to was that I love to write - and whilst it may not feed the kids, it does feed the soul and I think every one of us could do with a little more of that in our lives.
So I'm going to start trying to organise my time a little better. Focus more on learning the art of creative writing, do some short stories and maybe even begin the long road of writing that book one day.
So was it worth it?
Absolutely.
Though lets skip the hangover next time shall we?
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| See how pissed I was? I totally deserved that hangover hell. |
(*Thanks to the ever so lovely Penny for the photo and for generally being the best roomie ever)
