Simple Pleasures
I'm back from Atlanta, safe and sound and very happy to be home.
The conference was incredible and somewhat overwhelming. There was a lot of information to be had, networking to be done, and people to talk to. Even though I was there a day early, it still felt like I didn't get a chance to talk to my good friends as much as I'd have liked to.
I will blog about my adventures, and provided my buds send me their pictures, I'll even have some photos to share. (Yes Dorine, I know I should have been taking pictures, but my camera sucks.) But before I regale you with tales about my trip I have a little reflection I want to share with you.
When I woke up this morning, it felt so good to be in my own bed, with a clock that I could read with my near-blind contact-less vision. I got up and got breakfast for my kids then went outside to empty the garbage. On the way back in, I weeded my flowerbeds a bit and noticed the changes that happened over the week I was gone.
It occurred to me then how much I missed getting my hands dirty. I checked my email and I realized how much I missed having a computer at my disposal. I walked my older girls to camp and realized how much I missed being able to walk down the street comfortably with my hair a mess, no makeup, glasses on and no bra without worrying about running into an agent/editor/publisher that I wanted to speak to.
I love going to conferences. I'm a total extrovert and love, love, love hanging around with other writers and talking and laughing and drinking. I love learning about my craft and doing research and seeing friends I only get to see once or twice a year. I also love meeting new people and making new friends.
Usually, I have a period of let down once I come home. An emotional hangover, if you will. I miss my friends desperately and feel isolated in a world of non-writers who just don't get me. I'm sure that will come, probably as I'm catching up on all the laundry and housework that didn't get done the week I was away, but I'm so glad to be home.
Maybe I'm finally figuring out that I have everything I need to be happy, I just need to appreciate it more.
Ari
The conference was incredible and somewhat overwhelming. There was a lot of information to be had, networking to be done, and people to talk to. Even though I was there a day early, it still felt like I didn't get a chance to talk to my good friends as much as I'd have liked to.
I will blog about my adventures, and provided my buds send me their pictures, I'll even have some photos to share. (Yes Dorine, I know I should have been taking pictures, but my camera sucks.) But before I regale you with tales about my trip I have a little reflection I want to share with you.
When I woke up this morning, it felt so good to be in my own bed, with a clock that I could read with my near-blind contact-less vision. I got up and got breakfast for my kids then went outside to empty the garbage. On the way back in, I weeded my flowerbeds a bit and noticed the changes that happened over the week I was gone.
It occurred to me then how much I missed getting my hands dirty. I checked my email and I realized how much I missed having a computer at my disposal. I walked my older girls to camp and realized how much I missed being able to walk down the street comfortably with my hair a mess, no makeup, glasses on and no bra without worrying about running into an agent/editor/publisher that I wanted to speak to.
I love going to conferences. I'm a total extrovert and love, love, love hanging around with other writers and talking and laughing and drinking. I love learning about my craft and doing research and seeing friends I only get to see once or twice a year. I also love meeting new people and making new friends.
Usually, I have a period of let down once I come home. An emotional hangover, if you will. I miss my friends desperately and feel isolated in a world of non-writers who just don't get me. I'm sure that will come, probably as I'm catching up on all the laundry and housework that didn't get done the week I was away, but I'm so glad to be home.
Maybe I'm finally figuring out that I have everything I need to be happy, I just need to appreciate it more.
Ari
posted by Arianna Hart @ 9:22 AM
2 Comments:
At 10:09 PM,
Anonymous said…
I miss you, too, hon. Just remember we're always only an email, IM or phone call away!
{{{hugs}}}
K.
At 6:25 PM,
Anonymous said…
Glad to hear you're back, Ari :-) Can't wait to hear what went on at the convention.
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