10.11.2015 | 00:59
Hoist On My Own Petard….
Last weekend, I attended a conference just outside of Austin, TX.
It was phenomenal.
Great speakers, awesome food (definitely worth the price of the “VIP” upgrade).
I learned a lot from the presentations, which I know I’ll be able to incorporate into my practice and programs.
I got to see some old friends, and made lots of new ones. I got great feedback about my blog.
I even had an opportunity to introduce the creator of the conference, Dr. Ritamarie Loscalzo. I was one of the featured practitioners on the “Success Panel.”
I upgraded my current program, to help me take it to the next level. (And earned a handsome “goody” bag to add to the VIP one….)
On Monday, I had the opportunity to participate in a small group “Mastermind” session, where I got some fantastic feedback for the program I’m currently creating.
I did some deep emotional healing work, and got to eat more great food and bond more closely with the other participants.
The “Mastermind” lasted several hours, and we didn’t get back to our hotel until late. Getting our stuff packed for our Tuesday morning flight took some more time, and we had to be up fairly early.
So, one night of serious sleep deprivation. No big deal, right?
Due to the nature of another commitment, I was spending almost all of my free time during the conference on the computer, trying to keep up with the seemingly endless stream of email.
(I sooo did not want to spend the second half of the week playing catch-up….)
No chance to check email Monday night or Tuesday morning. Just not enough time.
But, well, you have to get to the airport two hours early, right? Plenty of time.
The tablet wasn’t working….
The battery of the laptop drained at the speed of light, and there was no outlet close by….
(And I did not want to search out another place to sit: my backpack weighed a ton.)
Frustration was building — technology issues are one of my biggest stress triggers, and I could feel myself getting farther and farther behind….
We played it smart: At our layover airport, we homed in on two seats by an outlet.
Ah, at last….
The Internet service completely crapped out.
I started to cry. I really wanted to scream, but I had visions of being mistaken for a psycho and carted away in handcuffs by the TSA.
But all was not lost. I had plenty of time to catch up when we got home.
Except that my laptop refused to cooperate. I couldn’t do anything but read the emails; no other Internet links were working.
That did it.
I finally had that (literal) screaming fit that had been building up. All. Day. Long.
It didn’t help my immediate situation — although I did eventually figure out a solution which required using a different computer — but I did feel some relief after the intense storm passed.
And I finally realized what my problem was….
Yep. Those were my guest blog articles. Written by yours truly. Explaining to everybody else the importance of self-care.
Wanna guess what I’d been neglecting?
I’d been so freakin’ busy holding myself to an impossible standard, trying to honor my commitment to being there for everybody else —
— that I forgot the most important person:
Talk about a karmic kick in the butt….
The conference schedule? No problem. I was able to keep up and enjoy every presentation.
The Mastermind? Deep, profound emotional work, but still good.
It was the stress of trying to honor the other commitment while all of that was going on (not to mention the travel, but I’ll mention it anyway) that broke this camel’s back.
Too much “irony” in my diet?
Not anymore. Karmic lesson learned….