When the conference ended Friday afternoon I hopped in a van with 7 other people and high-tailed it to the airport. I was in no hurry, however, because I was not catching a plane but rather renting a car. So I got to sit back and observe everybody in the van get really upset over the driver who wasn’t driving fast enough because don’t you know we’re in a hurry!?
I looked out the window as we made our way through snowy Georgetown to Reagan National Airport and had a moment of holy-crap-I’m-giddy. I had just attended a conference where I sat in a room for 2 days with badass experts in my field. We’re talkin’ Harvard degrees, yo. And the fact that I just ‘yo’d’ in the same sentence as ‘Harvard’ should explain everything. Mark Kennedy Shriver gave the closing address for cripes sake! All I could think about when he was speaking was, “you are like, one degree away from JFK, and Oprah, and Arnold Schwarzenegger”. It made me realize that I need to spend more time with badass people doing badass things. It made me realize I need a mentor.
Do you have a mentor? I’m not talking about somebody you simply look up to. I’m talking about somebody who is above and beyond what you ever thought you would or could become. Somebody who coaches you to become the best version of yourself. Somebody you don’t even feel worthy of hanging out with! I’m in the market for a mentor. I have no idea who this person is, but, I’m declaring it to the universe like the gosh-darn-effing-Secret. I wonder who the lucky person will be….
After my crazy van ride to the airport I then drove to the sweet little town of California, Maryland to see my brother and his family. My 6-year-old nephew is the light of my life. He was like, “Aunt Joy let’s play Just Dance”, and I was like, “Um, you are so much better than hanging out with a Kennedy!!”
Here we are after two days of work conferencing, 2 hours of city driving, and 2 hours of time change. I can’t decide what I love most about this video: the song, the dog, my nephew, my brother, the bursts of laughter, or my mom recording the whole thing. This will forever make me smile. It will most likely affirm your beliefs about my mental instability (which were also confirmed when I cried during today’s WOD, but that’s another post).
