When I walked through the gates of Curzon Hall in Marsfield, Sydney there were some things I was not expecting to feel beyond its majestic walls.
I was feeling enormously lucky to be sitting amongst the best of the best over those two days. Bloggers, writers (aren’t we both?), entrepreneurs, inspirers.
Sure, I expected some things. I expected I would learn a lot. And boy did I learn a lot. I took notes, I highlighted, I chatted and asked questions. I walked away with my head so full of STUFF, that in the afternoon I couldn’t be found. I wondered to a corner, sat down with my notebook and wrote down all the goals I could think of that were transpiring from all the information I was gathering.
I expected to make new friends. It was fantastic to finally meet bloggers I’d been chatting to for a long time, and bloggers whose blogs I am yet to explore. I don’t think I met one blogger that didn’t talk…and talk…and talk like myself! While it wasn’t in me to meet and greet every single person there, I took it upon myself to meet as many as I could without undergoing a mind blow at the overwhelming nature of it all.
What I didn’t expect? I didn’t expect to cry so much. I didn’t expect to be completely shaken to the core by the story of someone who I had sat next to for two days and had no idea that she had a story to share that was so powerful and inspiring! I will never forget when Jules from The Bumpiest Path shared her story. It was equally painful as it was full of hope and brilliantly written.
I didn’t expect to become mates with a ram.
I didn’t expect to be a part of this thing called the Harlem Shake. My husband was aghast when I told him I had no idea what it was. “You’re ALWAYS online. How could you not know?”
I didn’t expect to laugh, cry, think, reflect and miss my little man so much, all in the first day, and just as much in the second day. There is so much MORE that was said and done. All will be revealed over time!
On the third day however, that little man was latched onto me like a magnet. He clung to my hip as we walked through the aquarium and would not go down in his pram until he was FULLY asleep. Thankfully, when he did sleep, we were at the wax museum and my husband and I were able to erm, let loose a little bit!
Beyonce and I go way back and Johnny and I love taking selfies
The Blog is undergoing some major transformations soon where I will be putting all that I’ve learnt to use. It will no longer be ‘just a blog’. I will be grabbing it with both hands and turning it into something I can call my own. Something I can create an income through. Something that allows me to be with Tom, never missing a moment. That’s where I want to be. THAT is my ‘all’.
Fingers crossed it is a success!