Having just got back from the amazing and empowering weekend that was Plus North 2013, I am still buzzing.
I'm outspoken, loud and giddy at the best of times. Add the buzz of this event, and I'm talking AT everyone I can about this wonderful event.
I have a but though. (Not talking about my bum. Makes a change).
Last year was small, and mainly bloggers. This was lovely.
This year was (to my memory) 5 times the size. And included other wonderful inspiring women (and their partners).
The 'but' is this: not all of us were positive, or even neutral. There was a negative voice I kept hearing.
This voice made me doubt myself greatly.
This wasn't an inner voice, but actual voice belonging to an actual person.
What am I wittering on about? When catwalking, and standing with the amazing ladies I got to share the experience with, a voice said 'It's not all about you, you know'.
My heart sank, my paranoia set in, and I panicked. Had the people I had spoken to, in my loud and brash manner, taken what I had said, what I had done (whoooooping and cheering and generally being the Pep-Talking Mother Hen), as making the event about me?
This panic was abated by the lovely Elena(not Eleanor. No. Don't call her that!!) and Rachel, who were amazing. Dani V was like my very own body guard. And Em made me sing with joy at an un-solicited joyous comment. Lyndsey also gave me an adorable drunken pep-talk of my own.
But see? See the effort needed to erase this off-hand, 'probably didn't mean it' comment?
There will be a whole host of posts saying how amazing the event was, and it really really really was. Please don't take this as anything other than that. But think before you speak please my dearies. Please.
Much love my lovelies,