I thought of writing a lot of words, but I have decided instead to go outside and take a walk in the sunshine, which means few words will have to do.
I had a personal epiphany at Type A Parent in Atlanta two weeks ago. When I wrote my post-conference wrap-up piece about my experience there, I was still in the grieving process, which may have been the reason I sounded grumpy, as Jane Gassner mentioned in her comment. This is unfortunate because it may have reflected badly on the conference itself, or made it seem not as wonderful as it really was for me.
I want to shout it out now that Type A Parent was a WONDERFUL conference. The best yet.
What I learned at Type A is that when you chase the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow you might just miss seeing the rainbow. And the rainbow is the most important thing! Kelby Carr created a conference that was peopled with rainbow-pointer-outers.
After seeing the rainbow, I came away with a clear sense of purpose and meaning, and no idea what is going to happen next in my life.
What I am clear about is that I don’t want to live in any prison, even a FABulous one. Because even a FABulous prison is still a prison.
My purpose for Generation Fabulous was that it would be a place where midlife bloggers would find support and encouragement. It has met its purpose. Generation Fabulous put midlife blogging on the map. In just one fabulous year, I got to be a part of an entire paradigm shift, within the blogging community at least, towards post-mother women.
I have seen midlife women go from obscurity to take their rightful place on center stage.
As I pack my bags for Haiti, and shift my focus to what is next in my life, I want you all to know that I am happy. I am sad for things that happened that I think didn’t need to, but I am happy to be free.
I have no idea what is to come, but one thing I do know for certain, I was not meant to live my life in any prison. Not even a fabulous one.