I'm headed there again in a few hours, and I'm a little overwhelmed at the way time has sort of closed in on itself.
You see, two years ago, my novel wasn't finished. Two years ago I was a little frightened at the pain my main character felt and I really didn't think anyone would ever want to read it. So I went to this conference called Story for some sort of inspiration.
And I found it.
I came home with the confidence of looking into the darkness, playing in the pain and leaning into grace. I finished my novel, stepped into the tension of recovery, and learned what it means to fully embrace your voice.
I didn't think I would be able to go this year. After hesitating and not getting a ticket last year because of a new position at my job, I knew that my one time at Story may have already past - people have seasons, you know?
And then I found out there was a ticket waiting for me.
So I leave in a few hours and while there I will get to hug the necks of Lore and Bethany and Tammy and countless others who have stepped along side me these past few months. I'll get to listen to Anne Lamott and Bob Goff and bounce ideas off of some of the most creative people I've ever experienced.
Two years ago, I mentioned in a post that I was leaving and I wouldn't be updating, that I was looking forward to the creative rejuvenation.
And this year, I say the same.
I plan on living fully while I'm there - soaking in every moment as much as possible.
See you when I get back.