Remember when I wrote about wanting to go to the Aiming Low Conference in Georgia and I essentially begged for a spot?
Well friends, I didn't win.
Aaaaaand I'd be the biggest of all the lying liars if I told you it was no biggie and that I had shrugged it off. Because the truth is that I let some big fat tears go about it. In a totally unsportswoman-like fashion too. I cannot let you think that for even one second I was gracious. Not even a little bit. I was the very definition of sore loser. This is obviously something that I will be working on as I am going to need to teach my kids that winning isn't everything.
So, I have taken a deep (albeit dramatic) breath and stepped back from the ledge. In fact, I probably could go if I pieced together all of the amazing offers of help I have received from my people. But I can't.
Money can be blamed for a lot. But in the end, at least for the Family Pants, money can go climb a tree. Or fly a kite. Or some other strange euphemism for being shrugged off. It's about responsibility. I could go get a job and put the kids in daycare and maybe make ends meet a bit smoother but that's not what we want. That's not what we chose to do. Just for this little bit of time. It's already going by so fast.
Plus there are other things keeping me here now beyond our budget. For now.
Commence bootstrap pulling in an upward motion!
Last night I was looking through pictures in the days following my defeat/wallowing wallow/I'm not good enough cry fest and I'm sure you can guess what happened. I was reminded that life is good, man. It's just good. And me being a punk and feeling sorry for myself is just silly and insulting to people with real problems.
Here's a gloss over of what was in my phone.
In the last six days....
I ate this at the Greek Fest (and you didn't)
This picture stopped me in my tracks. She's so big.
We had dinner with friends, I spent the night out with my Laydeez, Daddy had many days off in a row and wouldn't you know it that today the President of these United States is coming to my town. And yep, I am just crazy enough to stroll these two kids up to campus to try and catch a glimpse. I'm sure I will tell you all about it.
So, instead of travelling to Georgia in a few weeks, I will be home with these crazy people. Taking care of some business and not fretting the lost opportunity. Because I do believe that things happen for a reason.
Especially when things don't go my way.
Meh. I'll make a new way. I'll be ready next summer to hit some conferences. But for now, I will be happy to continue writing and working to grow this blog. So that next summer when I roll up to conferences, I will be confident in a way that only a woman with kick ass business cards and a skirt made entirely of feathers and glow sticks can. I won't have to put on a brave face because I will just be ready.
Until then I get to keep living this life. Which is cool with me.
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