I didn’t even do most of the work and just helping from the sidelines wore my ass out.
Angella and her sister Rochelle (who is the event manager and a damn good one at that) do more in one day than I do in a month.
(I only wish I were exaggerating.)
Here are some new awarenesses I garnered during the course of my travels:
❤ Spending 4 days on the GO GO GO was fun but it’s not a way I’d want to live every day.
❤ I am enormously happy being in the background as a supporter. Like, too happy. Like, I can fall into that very easily if I don’t keep an eye on myself.
❤TSA pre-check FTW! I applied on Wednesday and it was already on my return ticket on Saturday. No more feeling violated and felt up at the security checkpoint. (I will have to find another way for the feel-ups, sadly!)
❤ Allowing myself to be vulnerable in a group of people is fuckin’ hard. I cried a lot. And got called out (lovingly) for hiding. Am I willing to shine this light big big big? Especially when I am more than happy (or so it seems) to fade into the woodwork. Thirty-three years in a support position is deeply ingrained in me. It will likely have to be a conscious effort of mine to stay in the foreground, especially when I most want to hide. (dammit)
❤ Having a room to myself is non-negotiable at things like this. Quietude is one of the major keys to my sanity.
❤ I was happy to come home. Even though all but one of my friends lives in Utah now, my family is here and I was so happy to be back with PJ, Brogan, Zippy and of course, Duty.
More shall follow as it often takes time for whatever gets stirred up in the land of Archuleta* to integrate in a deeper way.
BTW, my thyroid meds seem to be working this time. I feel much clearer and generally happier which is a nice shift from where I was a month ago, eh?
*David Archuleta, who lost to my beloved in 2008 on American Idol, hails from SLC, Utah so that’s why I call it the “land of Archuleta” – I’m the only dork in on this joke.