This weekend was amazing. Exhausting in the best way. Or as we used to say, epic.
I took part in the inaugural 20SB Summit. Around a hundren bloggers all here in Chicago, doing more than just drinking. It was a great weekend of inspiration/aspiration and application–aka we listened to a lot of our fellow bloggers kick our ass with motivation.
There were many applicable lessons to be learned, but one big one that’s stuck with my throughout today is about being authentic and being willing to truly expose yourself, good and bad.* To take risks. As Jenny Blake put it, there are three pilars to blogging: vulnerability, courage, and community. This will take hold of two of them, hopefully involving all three.
In taking a quick inventory of my life, there are three big things that are holding me back. I may have hinted at them, or mentioned them briefly in the past, but it’s time to face them. 1) I’m in a financial mess. 2) I’m afraid of being alone, and never finding love. 3) I may have many passions, but I have no idea what I’m doing or what I should do with my life.
Ever since I quit my job at Northwestern University in 2009, I’ve been in a financial mess. I’ve been struggling to get by–mostly I’ve been able to do it, but there’s definite times when it’s come to “pay rent or buy groceries.” I’ve been trying, but I haven’t been able to get myself out of this hole. When I was starting to get a little bit stable, I ended up in and out of the hospital a lot. And then I quit a job for another one, only for that company to fold three months later.
While I tend to live my life somewhat okay despite my financial situation, there’s a lot going on in my life. I’ve been generally happy, but that underlying fear is still there. I wonder who’s going to love me. Hell, it’s just who’s going to date me. I seem to keep falling for guys who don’t fall for me. Or in one case, someone who’s in a happy relationship. Regardless, I’ve spent more time than I’d like feeling alone. If this were a romantic comedy, I should have gotten the guy by now. Even beyond the dating, I have uncalled for insecurities regarding friendships too. I’ve never felt like I’ve had a best friend. I always feel like I’m just that girl people like, but if I left their lives it wouldn’t be a major upset. I know that it’s this fear that’s held me back from getting to know people.
In that same sort of floundering feeling… Guys, I don’t know what I’m doing in my life. I left the summit thinking “well what the hell?” I just don’t know what I want to do. I have so many passions, but very little direction. I love writing, but it’s hard to make a living on writing. I love design, but I’m struggling with some things–like whether or not I want to actually work in advertising, or the fact that I’m not that fond of logo design. I’d love to open a restaurant or cafe. I have a (not-so?) secret ambition to be a rock star, but I have major stage fright/anxiety. I’d like to teach, but in what? I mean, I think I just want a job like Craig Benzine’s (Wheezy Waiter), getting paid to be awesome. I wouldn’t call this a quarter-life crisis, but it’s been taxing.
I’d much rather pretend that everything is okay. It doesn’t fix the problem, nor does it really do any favors for me and the people around me. I’m not sure how I’m going to solve any of these issues… But this is who I am.
I don’t know if I’ll write a real re-cap post of the summit here or not. (There’ll be one on the CPS blog, though.) But I will say that I went into it not expecting much–not because I didn’t think it’d be awesome, but because I wasn’t sure what to expect. I didn’t look into any of the panels before the summit. I just knew I’d be spending time with some awesome bloggers and that’s about it. I met some really cool people, and I wish we had more time to spend together (especially since I wanted to get to know some people better). But overall, I deem the summit a great success. If not for anything other than it’s taught me not to be ashamed of what’s holding me back.
*okay, well, the real thing that was said was something about the value of truth posts. I honestly can’t remember the wording that was used because I was busy being all 20SB/CIA and listening to the voices in my ear. Seriously, how did I not get a picture of (volunteer) CIA Rini this weekend?!
**CIA just meaning that I was wearing an ear piece for my walkie talkie.
***ugh, sort of lame post title. this is what happens after late night blogging.