346 emails on the wall, 346 emails. Click on one, and mark that one done. 345 emails on the wall.
It was SOOO good to be (kind of) gone for a bit. My vacation plans are regularly thwarted by work encroaching not because I’m a victim, but because I let it. But I planned for that work-creeping this time and took a pre-travel vacation day where I could still do work and participate in meetings, but remotely, while I did the prep for traveling that I should have done previously but that I couldn’t because I was really AT work all the time. Oh, adulthood. You’re the worst.
Charleston was amazing. The city, I mean. The conference was okay — rich in networking, but not as much in content (for me, at least, but I’ll admit, I wasn’t the target of the proceedings and kind of shoe-horned my way in.) The city, though: crepe myrtles, palm trees, more madras than is warranted up north (or anywhere), “y’all”, a critical mass of brown folks (and by that, I’m talking real diversity, not pockets of ethnicities here and there), history, heat, the Charleston City Market, flip-flops, polo shirts, trolleys, the Citadel, the magnolia trees, biscuits, grits, seagrass baskets, REAL quilts … I’m hooked.
Bonus: I got to experience it with #theamazingmeme and #theamazinglarrycox, who also had a great time, and whose quotes I will share with you under separate cover. They were epic. There was a moment on Friday morning at breakfast when we all laughed so hard that I’m sure I have a hernia. #worthit
I cherish the opportunity this trip gave me to be in another place; to engage with some really smart cookies and participate in discussions with them; to learn stuff I didn’t know I didn’t know; and, to meet some folks who changed it up for me and who are changing it up for the world. That’s enough. Here comes Monday and a host of stuff that’s pressing up against me/us now that the work-week funnel is open, and the political and social unrest I missed while away that has been waiting for me in my feeds is all “Here I am! Get sad!”. I should have waited until the morning to jump back in. But, I couldn’t help myself. So, yep, I jumped in it and this water’s cold tonight, but I expect I’ll get acclimated to it in a bit — and use the swimming skills I got this weekend — enough to keep my head above water. Here’s hoping you do, too! See you on MONDAY!