Conferences Are Hard
When I was in high-school I was somewhat of a free spirit. I was known to say absurd things. I was known for making crazy odd moves. My friends still today refer to me as creepy in a totally loving-Cassie you’re a weirdo kind of way.
During the nine months that I was pregnant I went through alot of changes. Not just physically but mentally. I began to feel nervous. I started thinking more about the things that came out of mouth. The ways that I worded my thoughts. The way that I presented myself.
Conferences are hard for me.
I love going and meeting everyone. I love meeting brands. I am kind of known for my “natural” ability to network. It isn’t natural. Sometimes I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest. But I do it.
Because it is who I am.
It is who I was.
It is who I have always been.
In the moment I just go with it. I move fast. I go with the moment. I have no fear. I say what is on my mind. I just go with my gut…in a sense.
It is following the conference when things get hard. I start re-playing conversations in my head. I start re-thinking the way people responded to me. I start getting worried. The thoughts fill my heads and they move pretty fast. I get really nervous.
It takes me a few days to come down from this.
This weekend I met some fantastic women. Some trail blazers. Some amazing writers. Some powerful women. Some smart women. Some brilliant women.
I am soaking it all in. Bringing my heart rate down. Trying to decompress.
