I’m not nervous anymore
We got here too late to do the open mike I agreed to do (must remember to email organizer) and I only got to go to the very last session but it was really really moving. I want to write about it more but I’m tired and Madison is literally bouncing off things in the room. (She’s spinning and ricocheting off of the furniture.)
I took notes for my book during the session because I was so inspired. I’m thinking about choice and the context of choice and the way hindsight changes our interpretation of things so that it’s all fluid. And I’m thinking about how I want to write about why I won’t write about Jessica’s decision to place Madison with us. That’s how I want to start the book — by explaining why I won’t talk about her decision to place and why there’s a whole lot of the story I’m leaving out. But I’m going to make the leaving out underscore the point of the box (because I think I’ve figured out the point of the book.)
Enough. I’m exhausted. Time to hit it.
Inspired is good. That’s the best type of conference experience.