Mighty Summit
I have a bad habit of ignoring things in proportion to how much they mean to me. I think it has to do with the disease of perfectionism. If you send me a benign email that can be answered in one word, you'll probably get an immediate response. If you send me a beautiful heart-warming message I'll say to myself, "Oh wow, this is so lovely. I'm going to have to wait until I can send back the PERFECT, most well-thought-out response in the history of mankind". Translation: It will sit in my inbox for so long that responding feels asinine. And as a result, the people who mean the most to me become neglected. Boo. Right? I think I need to order Brene's book asap.
Because the same thing goes for blogging. I've had some of the most life-changing experiences over this past summer, yet I've had such a block up when it comes to writing about them. It's like, there's so much I want to say that my mind short-circuits into silence.
But I'm working on it, starting right now with The Mighty Summit. So let me tell you how it happened. One day, I was reading Maggie's blog about last year's Broad Summit, and she mentioned that this year they were opening it up to applications. Never one to turn down a girl's trip, I immediately applied. And then I forgot about it because I was 99% sure I wouldn't be selected.
*Note* Tara wrote a fantastic post about putting yourself out there "how the 'no' we hear should never come from our own lips." Amen sister! And it turns out that sometimes the answer is yes! Because weeks later, an email appeared saying that I'd be joining these incredible women in the redwoods, to drink wine and roast marshmallows. And by the way it was paid for. DUDES. I'm sure I screamed for five minutes.
And then I stressed over losing weight (of course). And finding the right outfits to wear (of course).
And then I got there and realized I'd been stressing for nothing (of course).
This group of women is so remarkable. I adore, and was so inspired by each and every single person there. I know that sounds so shmoozy. But it's just true. I love them. And ever since I've been back, I've been wishing the internet would please just move into my neighborhood already.
Thank you Maggie, Helen Jane and Laura for creating this incredible experience, for allowing me to be a part of it, and for inspiring so many women to live their lives more courageously. It was a gift. And for anyone who wasn't able to go this time, guess what? I think next year it will be open to anyone!
Okay, now this is the part where I mention that my other bad habit is not taking pictures in proportion to the level of fun that I'm having. I literally forced myself to grab it a few times, so these are just a bunch of random moment snapshots (cleaned up in PS). If you want to see more, you can look through the Zan's flickr set. She photographed the whole weekend, and I was lucky enough to have her as a roommie too.
What's not pictured here (that you'll see in Zan's set) is the highlight of my whole trip when we were in the wine cave. I mean, for one WHO KNEW THERE WAS SUCH THING?! And second, who knew how amazing it could be to talk about your dreams in one, especially with a group of women who was so willing to offer up ways to help you achieve them. It was nothing short of magical. And if you want to read more about it, mostly everyone who was there (aside from me) is a real actual writer. Maggie has a great wrap up with links to their posts here.
I have to also mention that another (slightly unrelated) highlight for me was driving RIGHT PAST our old house on the way in. It's been seven years since we left, and I feel like I've lived fourteen lifetimes. It felt somewhat serendipitous for a separate event like this to be swinging me right back where I started, like a reminder of how far I've come from the sad, home-sick girl crying on the laundry room floor when we first moved away.
The little house that used to be painted pink, is now beige and being guarded by a doberman pincher with anger issues. Oh well. It was still a moment.
Next up, why I've been traveling almost every week since June, plus photos and stories from Paris and England!
Reader Comments (19)
I really miss you lady. I think of your sweet smile several times a day, and I had to resist the urge to caress the Epiphanie bags I saw at the Type-A Mom conference because they reminded me of you. I looked a bit like a love-sick teenager when I saw those bags, me thinks. :)
xoxo
Just saying.
(amazing images, friend)
Again, it was so, so, so great to meet you in person. You are magnificent.
that shot of you by your old house is super cool, love the sneaky you in the corner.
you rock! big time! x.
Baby Chance, the Veggie-Tale junky! Your loungy bedroom...
the extravagant Mama's Day luncheon and Kelly napping on a blanket
under the tree with her baby... and your lavish hugs.
We've always been rich.
I learned so much about photography riding with you and Karen that first day. I miss you, girlie!
Also, we need to have a heart to heart about authentic clothes, girlfriend. I'm also tackling that puzzle this year, and finding it tricky, and keep thinking of you and wondering how you're working on that problem.
The rest of it - LOVE IT. So glad you overcame the perfection monster and posted. Real posts, imperfect but posted anyway, are the BEST.
And the photos - love them! You are so talented. And hard-working.
And dang girl, your photos?
A-M-A-Z-I-N-G
xoxo