This is likely the first of a few posts about the weekend. I have so many things to say, but I’m the actual busiest ever right now – I have three Annual General Meetings for my Councils in the next 2 weeks at work, and at school I have an exam and 3 papers due this week alone.
That being said, I hope I can recap Bloggers in Sin City (#BiSC) in all its gloriousness. I hope I can properly explain that this year was the actual best year I’ve been to #BiSC and that I felt love, so much love, the entire weekend.
But first, some back story: my BiSC-tory!
My first #BiSC was 2010 – year #2. I went because Ben was going. I went because I was Alice and I wanted to be Jen. I went because I needed a change in my life and I was scared. I went because I was sad about being laid-off. And about being broken-hearted. I went because why not? I went because Vegas.
It was amazing and I can’t explain how great it made me feel knowing that these people didn’t care that I was a little lost, in fact they maybe loved me more for it. Knowing that I wasn’t alone. Knowing that I had a whole new group of people that I could confide in. I had a long chat with Molly Mahar by the pool about life goals; I had a heart to heart with Mandy Moore at a strip club; I stayed up late laughing with Raoul and Emily.
Soon after #BiSC I started class. I took a teaching course. I packed a bag. I planned a trip. I booked a flight. I moved in with my dad in Vegas for a few months to get prepared. I left. I traveled. I taught. I learned. I was happy.
#BiSC 2011 – I was still away. Costa Rica, Panama, Nicaragua…somewhere far away, in the sun. Still I watched the tweets and still I felt prickles of happiness for those who were there.
#BiSC 2012 – I returned from Eastern Europe in January of 2012. I was at my sister’s house in BC when I saw the registration for 2012 go up. I had exactly $550 left to my name.
No job, no home, no idea what I was doing next. So I signed up. I spent my almost last $500 on a memory of pools, and laughter, and fun. Just what I needed.
By the time #BiSC 2012 actually rolled around I had started a new job at a Canadian investment regulatory body. I had been living with a friend for a couple of months and was looking for a new place. I hadn’t dated in a long while. I was restarting my Canada life after almost 2 years. I think I was a little bit more fragile than I’d like to admit.
For some reason, 2012 felt a little different. There were fewer people I knew and since I had missed a year there were a lot of friendships already forged. I still had an amazing time, and by the end I felt like I had connected with so many people. My incredible roommate; my fellow Canadians; the group of us that went to Freemont Sunday night, fending off other tourists so we could have a photo-shoot. It was a different sort of connection that year. This was mainly my own fault – I had dropped off the social media grid for a while before #BiSC 2012. Those connections that I made though were so amazing and I’m so happy that I went.
Still, I signed up for #BiSC 2013 as soon as pre-registration went out. I had no idea where I would be in a year but I knew I wanted to be there. In Vegas, with BiSC-uits. And I am so glad I did.
I wouldn’t say BiSC changed my life or my path, but it really gave me the courage to change my own life. I started doing things that I never thought I’d do, I realized that traveling alone was scary but could be fun; I started to recognize other people who felt the way I did and being comfortable enough to go up to them. To make new friends. To put myself out there.
I couldn’t express it during goodbye brunch, and as an ENTP I’m bad at the feelings (iNtuition and Thinking, guys. No Sensing/Feelings to be seen) but I’m so eternally grateful that I signed up in 2010 on a whim and that it led to me meeting all of you amazing people. It’s truly much easier to love yourself when you realize how many people will love you, if you just give them the chance.