This week I attended the What If Conference. On paper, it's a conference for 'Creative Entrepreneurs'. In practice, it's a gathering of open-hearted souls who are ready for change, who are ready to ask the hard questions and hear the hard answers, who are ready to say, 'What if I made my life everything I know it can be,' then actually make it happen. But here's the thing: though I went to What If as a speaker, I didn't believe I deserved a place on that stage.
Last winter, when I was invited to attend, I was at a very different place in my life. I had a business, I had to-do's, I felt comfortable with the title 'Creative Entrepreneur'. Now I've left that business behind, my to-do's have become 'what to do's?', and there is nothing comfortable about where I am now. As I prepared my presentation, I found myself paralyzed. "Who am I to stand before an audience and talk about keeping it together when my whole life is falling apart?" my inner voice asked. "Moreover, what the heck am I going to say?"
So I told the group the truth. That I'm floating, uncertain, terrified. That I have so many big dreams but I'm scared to take the first step in making them a reality. Guess what? It turned out everyone knew exactly how I felt. We were all there to forge through our terrors, to embrace our uncertainties, to explore the idea that even though we're floating, at least we can hold hands while we do it. Because here's the thing: though a single floating balloon can get lost in the sky, a bright, brilliant, blazing bunch of them can be seen from space.
P.S. I'm not done talking about this. I'm just getting started. Stay tuned, have a great weekend, and we'll be back next week with our regularly scheduled programming and then some!