I met several writers and speakers this past weekend at Hungry for Hope in Nashville. There's so many things I learned and my mind is still a bit of a blur from traveling, so for now I will leave you with a couple brief #risk rejections from the week.
Number one: I went.
Yeah, it's pretty easy for me to convince myself out of going to things that are important and I am passionate about, but this time I planned and decided it was a trip and conference worth attending. Actually, I already knew this, because I've been before but rarely talk about it, which leads me to number two.
Number two: I am talking about it.
This year's conference was amazing and was full of authentic people and useful trainings talking about freedom and hope and ways to not only continue to live free but help others in this way.
One specific thing I continue learning: I cannot speak hope if I don't open my mouth. This one has been the hardest for me. Me, the one who rarely stops talking.
Number three: I had fun.
No forest fires this year! No 102 fevers. No missed flights...err, there was a delayed flight and I had to stay over another night. I cannot escape airport problems.
I met new friends. I saw a Raleigh friend who by chance was there at the same time, and my long lost friend from graduate school drove from Chattanooga so we could meet. I met two girls at the conference and we bought a t-shirt between the three of us. Looking back, I forget why we did that exactly, but we decided we could share it (we live in three different states). Think adult Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, except with a shirt.
Here's what else was fun: I cried every time I listened to Emily Weirenga or read parts of her new book. I laughed a lot when I met my pretend-twin Lee Blum. I attempted courage when I gave Jeff Goins my card, a.k.a. my information written on my place card (memorable, right?).
Here's what else I did this month that was risky: I skyped with the one and only, Amy Sullivan, who I know is really and truly my friend, especially because she let me interview her for my writing project a.k.a. book-in-progress, and she gave me tips and I never once felt silly.
I know I'm supposed to do this project but it feels unknown. I wish I had a carefully crafted plan for a book that didn't include interviewing people. I wish I hadn't designed a book around interviewing 87 people. I am still in the single digits.
Here's to risking rejection, and my goal to interview seven people this month. So far, I'm not even close.
We too often create our own rejections so as to not face them from others.
I hate admitting that. It's true for me in writing, though. Where is it true for you?
P.S. I did call myself a writer in front of Jeff Goins twice, so that has to count for something.
linking with amy for #riskrejection