The conference I’ve been working on since August starts Sunday! In some ways, it feels like my own wedding all over again. I did so much work on it for the year leading up to it, and when it was so close, I was all nerves and excitement and manic joy and frantic worry hoping that it didn’t rain (it didn’t) and that it would turn out well (it did).I feel the same way now. At the conference, I’ll be creating a daily newsletter, taking pictures, and talking to the attendees to get good testimonials for marketing next year’s conference. It sounded like a piece of cake until now. While I’ve done as much work as I can on the newsletter, I’m still nervous. My days will be packed from around 7 a.m. to 9 p.m. each night, and I'll have to meet the newsletter deadlines in those times plus help to handle any crises that happen.
And I'm always anxious about traveling alone. While I think that dying in an airplane crash would be a pretty good way to go (just a few minutes of pure terror, and then you're dead), of course I'd prefer not to crash! Plus I'll be gone from Dave for two full weekends plus a week, which sucks. And I'll miss the cats!
I will be SO happy on Thursday at 5 p.m. when the conference ends and I can head to San Francisco for a fun weekend.
I'm off to San Jose. Wish me luck!
(Photo is Dave's from 2000.)
