Blissful

I’m home.

My head is swirling, my heart is full.

The time I spent in Nashville meeting so many women I admired through my computer screen for so long was just fabulous. Yes, the hotel was amazing. Yes, the sessions were informative. But the best times were the times I sat at a small table with friends having coffee, or lunch, or dinner. The times spent sitting on a bed in a hotel room and just talking with, laughing with, inspiring and encouraging one another.

I heard over and over again from other people how amazing it was to meet some of these people and to feel like there is nothing different between our online selves and our real life selves. Other than that I did hear quite often how glad people were to know I am human when I took my daily afternoon breaks to have a panic attack each day. Or the times that I cried, one time for no reason, and another for a very big reason. I hope it all just showed we are real people sitting here at our computers. We are women who inspire by being ourselves – even when it’s not pretty.

I spent the morning going through my photos. As it turns out, I talked a lot more than I took pictures. There are people I met that I have been waiting to meet for 2 years and then never took a single photo to document it. Sigh.

I did get some pics, though, so here we go. My weekend of bliss documented in some random snapshots, not nearly enough to capture the real moments. I didn’t have my camera out for when I was laughing so hard at dinner one night, that my gut hurt. I didn’t have my camera when I had coffee with someone who didn’t care that I had stumbled out of bed 6 minutes earlier and we shared our hearts. I didn’t  have my camera when big conversations about life and faith occurred. But it all happened and it all was fabulous and I loved every moment.

Emily (chatting at the sky), Edie (life in grace), Melissa (a familiar path)

Edie, Lindsay (living with lindsay) and Kimm (reinvented)

Amy (mom advice) and me

Melissa (the inspired room) and Kimba (a soft place to land)

Emily and The Nester, who are just about the cutest and sweetest sisters ever.

Then there was the Harry Connick, Jr. concert.

Lindsay

and AnNicole (our suburban cottage)

The women we can all blame that I even went to Blissdom, Melissa and The Nester who peer pressured me into going.

you can take up your complaints with them.

As I was driving home from the airport last night, my 2 year old son called me crying and saying “I need you, mama”. I couldn’t wait to get home. To the little ones who tackled me before I even got out of the car. To the husband who was so excited and supportive of my time away and kept things together here at home (other than the washing machine I need to replace today). To my home where I kicked my heels off, grabbed some frozen pizza, curled up on the couch and watched some football, and felt as comfortable as ever.

Related Posts with Thumbnails

33 comments to Blissful

Leave a Reply

 

 

 

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

Subscribe in a reader or by email

Sponsors

Creative Kristi

Archives