And I hate it.
Well, I don't hate it...but...
I leave all 3 of my favorite people in Chicago while I head off to Vegas for a photography conference that happens to go over my birthday. (Slightly sad, I'm not gonna lie)
Part of me is excited.
Part of me is terrified of flying by myself. (Read: thoroughly convinced that I will somehow lose my keys, my phone, my boarding pass or something ridiculously important)
And sometimes, when you're so used to life with certain people - you don't remember how to be by yourself. And this time, Ted isn't coming with me...
I know it will be good for me. I am certain I will meet incredible people, I will learn so much and I will come home overwhelmed with wonderful-ness for my life and business. (um, yeah...I'm blessed to be going to Making Things Happen and Natalie Norton's Breathe workshop and I can't begin to explain how much my soul needs this.)
But, since I'm feeling all mushy - I'm going to post some pictures to help me get through the hard moments. And to remind me of why I'm so excited for when I get to come home.
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