We're Coming Home Again
I'm sitting in the airport waiting for a flight home and I have a lot on my mind. To say the least, the CPI conference was incredible. Everyone put their whole ass into it and it was amazing.
CPI is doing so much. I am a small part of things, a media person who makes documentaries, speaks, and jokes. I have many reasons I do this. I want to contribute the things I know how to do to a cause I believe in. But something I observed that I have to add: it's insane how much I feel appreciated by the people at these events. And the feeling is mutual; these things are not the result of any one person's efforts and I get to be a part of a real effort; everyone's busting their ass! And it's not just speaking, but setting up, figuring things out, and doing outreach (which is incredibly inspiring, like I said in my last post, we talked to a few hundred people and people were nothing but positive, excited, and supportive).
I had a lovely time with everyone, but now I have to leave. And make no mistake, it's so hard to say goodbye to something your part of and the people that you care about. I've been teary-eyed and sentimental every time I have a few minutes to myself (including now). But I also miss my kids. I will be so overjoyed to see them. My parents flew out to watch them and I'm excited to spend a little time with them, too.
I didn't really expect to write these little updates from my travels. It's not usually what I want to write. I don't often see myself as the most interesting subject, and instead I see a subject as a means to express myself. But I've had big feelings this week. I will look back at these posts later and consider myself lucky to have lived this life.
-P