I’ve been walking around in a post-BlissDom Canada fog, wondering why I feel so strange. Am I coming down with something? Why can’t I form words to write a wrap-up post? There must be something wrong with me.
But the more I read facebook posts and blogs from other attendees, the more I realize that I am not alone. There are many of us that don’t know what to do with the incredible experience we had at the conference. Honestly, it feels like a cross between being in love and having the flu. I have this happy glow, that has been missing for most of the year, and at the same time I can’t form sentences or focus on anything because my brain feels fuzzy.
I want to write a wrap-up post that will really convey what this conference meant to me, but there are a couple of things stopping me. The first is that if I write it, then I have to face that it is really over. I’m not ready to do that.
The second is that I could write a book on the life-changing experiences that I had. Each speaker was more inspiring than the last. I was entertained, educated, taught valuable life lessons, lifted up (figuratively but the literal one wouldn’t have shocked me), hugged, inspired, engaged, welcomed, complimented. I was fed. This was both literal (by the fantastic sponsors) and figurative – my heart and soul feel nourished.
I have been having a rough time lately with some of the issues with the kids, and the general chaos of the house. It’s been feeling like things were never going to get better. So I knew that even though I live very close to the conference site, I had to truly get away. I needed to put my own oxygen mask on before I could help anyone else. Nerdguy was his always supportive self, and said it was a great idea. I am so grateful for this.
I had 3 days to just focus on me. I didn’t need to make a lunch, settle an argument, or run an errand. I just soaked up all the goodness. I dressed up. I let my hair down and danced in my jammies. I met some of the fabulous BluntMoms, and reunited with the BluntMoms that I met last year. I chatted with friends, and I made new ones. I hugged Glennon of Momastery, and she told me that she loved my blog name! And forgot to get a photo with her because I was a bit busy fainting.
I have come home feeling stronger. The challenges here are still the same, but I feel like things will be okay now.
Because now I can breathe.