I arrived in Texas yesterday, after a slightly uncomfortable flight, only find that I didn’t have any luggage. I wasn’t pissed at Delta for not getting my bag here in time, which they totally could have, but I was pissed that I didn’t have my outfit for the Mad Men party last night. I didn’t have anything fancy to wear, I was going to do a Betty Draper goes to the beach thing, but I didn’t want to show up at this party as the only person not dressed up. Turns out I wasn’t the only one not in costume, so that was good. And, I traveled in real clothes, as opposed to yoga pants and a t-shirt, so that was extra good. But I was still disappointed that I didn’t have my clothes.
Anyway, despite all that, I’m SO outside of my comfort zone. I’m SO bad at getting out and meeting new people and it took me quite a while to really climb out of my shell and talk to some people last night. As I mentioned, I know one person and I have two roommates, so that helps but I’m here to meet people. I’m here to get out. Make contacts. Learn some things.
I’m definitely learning, and meeting people. Through the power of Twitter, I was that person that didn’t have any luggage so several people empathised with me before I’d even arrived. I finally remembered that these people are women, just like me, they’re just people. I spoke with Rebecca, whom I love love and think she’s an incredible writer with a magical way with words and she was JUST as fabulous in real life as I thought she would be. I’ve also met some wonderful women who I haven’t read in the past and everyone has been wonderfully nice. You know why everyone is wonderful? Because they’re people. People like me. Sweet and nice and caring and HUMAN.
There’s a fabulous art exhibit tonight that I’m really looking forward to. I’m pretty sure I’m going to survive the weekend and even make some wonderful friends. Stepping out of my comfort zone is hard but the rewards in the end are worth it. I need to keep telling myself that.
