— Jennah FerrerForonda (@expressivista) November 6, 2014
It was pretty standard—there were discussions about book proposals, the necessity of building an online following before sending one, and a belly dancer with python. (Because watching a belly dancer sans python would’ve been totally boring.)
I learned some really important things! First, I am nowhere close to being ready to write a book (see: increased online following above).
Second, I learned for approximately the 8,456th time that pre-7 a.m. fights are really stupid. For many ridiculous reasons, I hopped on a 6:50 flight to LAX the morning of the conference, but couldn’t get a flight out that night, so I booked a 6:30 a.m. departure for the following morning. (I have way more work to do than I will ever be able to accomplish, so I needed to get back to the office.)
Then I spent the day with my buddy Ali, experiencing the amazingness that was the conference, and then we met three of our OTHER friends who happened to be two hours away at a DIFFERENT conference. That’s what we call synchronicity, baby. So Ali drove us in horrible traffic to meet them, I got carsick, and we finally walked into the restaurant after 8. We ate and laughed and I soaked up even more pure, pure joy. (And Diet Coke of course—I was kind of a mess.)
By the time we got back to our hotel, it was late, and by the time I showered and crawled into bed, it was 12:30 a.m. California time, which was 2:30 Texas time—I had been up almost 24 hours.
So I rescheduled my flight the next morning from 6:30 to 10:30 a.m. Because as we have discussed, flights before 7 a.m. are like blind dates—they sound great when you make the plans, but they really aren’t worth the pain.
And here’s the lesson I’m trying to remember: following your bliss is the most important thing, but you can only do it if you’re resting, too. Just like you can’t get to the top of the mountain unless you put gas in your car first, even deep joy will only get you so far.
And, last but not least, I learned that I am more in love with Danielle LaPorte, one of the author/hosts of the conference, than ever. She said that someone once told her that if Deepak Chopra, Janis Joplin, and Seth Godin had a baby, it would be her (and it’s SO true). I stood near her for a long time, trying to break in and talk to her.
And when it was finally MY CHANCE, well, I just kind of verbally vomited on her about how I just want to stand near her and rub her energy all over myself, and how I love that she’s standing at that weird intersection of writing about entrepreneurship AND spirituality. And I hugged her twice.
It was beautiful and totally awkward at the same time—kind of like life, I guess. But as I watched her, Danielle helped me choose my word for the remainder of 2014 and probably all of 2015: fierce. She said she had worn a dress that day because it would help her embody the divine feminine while she would be heavily showing up as the masculine. (And she was. She didn’t hesitate to say, “We already answered that—let’s move on,” or “I don’t know what that hand signal means; how many MINUTES do we have left?”)
I tend to either let my feminine energy rule (“Oh, you screwed that up and missed the deadline for submitting it? That’s okay.”) or my masculine energy (“What is the point you’re trying to make here? Great, we get that, let’s move on.”). I’d like, instead, to find that beautiful balance somewhere in the middle.
Maybe I can work on that while I work on building my online following, too. . .