When this post goes live, I’ll be on my way to Portland for Vida Vegan Con. My heart is so full of whirling excitement right now that I almost can’t breathe.
As I wrote on Twitter the other day:
I keep forgetting that VVC is about presentations/learning. My mind is all: ZOMG EXTENDED SLEEPOVER PARTY WITH SUMMA MAH BEST FRIENDS!!
I can’t wait to hug my Lisa, Gena, Amber, Hannah, Nicole and Ricki again. I’m thrilling for already-booked-fancy-dinners and spontaneous-dessert-expeditions and epic-vegan-conference-breakfasts. I’ve cautioned my roomie Angela to be prepared for (and thereby not scared by) my Medusa-hair in the mornings, and though Lisa has warned me to come up with an escape plan or else she’s taking me back to Toronto next week, she doesn’t know that I equally plan to kidnap her for my June U.S. travels.
Oh yes, my June travels! People, I’m pretty much having an extended slumber party with different friends across the U.S. all throughout June, and… pinch me. Just pinch me. What is this life? How did I get to be so lucky?
But I’m not going to let defensive fear prevent me from running towards these upcoming and unknown adventures with giddiness in my heart and dancing in my toes. After all, I’ve been knocked down before. If the universe sends me spiraling I shall simply, in the Shakespearean (ahem) words of Chumbawumba, get up again.
That’s enough thought-meandering from me. My excitement and nervousness and giddiness are rendering me incapable of staying on track, and if I keep typing much longer we’ll end up talking compass donkey backwards shimmer Lindy Hop eyebrow possum.
Plus, I’ve got some serious work to do before I leave tomorrow. All the So Delicious Mint Chip Coconut Milk Ice Cream, dark chocolate my brother sent me for my birthday, blueberry muffins, red velvet apricots, roasted seaweed snacks, Trader Joe’s sausageless sausage, and two different types of pie that won’t fit in my suitcase aren’t going to eat themselves.