Attending the inaugural conference hosted by the author of The Art of Non-Conformity in Portland, Oregon last weekend, I took a bundle of notes. Thirteen pages worth, to be exact. So I guess you could say that I learned a lot. Thirteen pages = lots of lessons.
But that’s not really accurate.
Those thirteen pages represent things I heard. Quotes I recorded from the speakers, technical advice they shared that I wanted to remember, websites they mentioned, Twitter handles from attendees I met and enjoyed, etc.
But what did I learn?
I learned…well, it was more like I realized something. Something that I had already known deep down, somewhere, but that I hadn’t ever put my finger on. Something that I hadn’t stated outloud for others, or for myself. Something I hadn’t owned until now.
Networking with Vemma and investing in real estate is what I do. I really, really like what I do. I earn good money doing it. It pays my salary.
Writing is what I love. What I love.
And, well…that’s it. That was my main, #1, by-far-the-biggest, top of the heap realization from the weekend.
So simple. Yet huge.
Huge!
Huge huge huge huger than huge.
What I’m going to do with this huger than huge realization, I’m not sure. But I’m excited to find out.
And like any man or woman on a journey without knowing the direction they are headed, I feel like I have new life. A renewed vigor. More clarity, ease, and enthusiasm.
My direction is defined, which makes everything else so much less complicated. I can’t wait to see where it all takes me.
Was traveling 1800 miles and spending two and a half days away from home in order to define my direction and purpose once I returned, worth it?
Yes. A million times, yes.
Cheers to doing what you love,
Annie
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