22 Aug Sewing Summit 2013
I decided last night to buy a ticket for the Sewing Summit in Salt Lake City. The conference was sold out in April when I came back from Cape Town and I was really bummed. I got an email yesterday saying that they decided to release some more tickets and I jumped on the opportunity. I quickly bought a ticket, planned out the classes that I wanted to take (it was really difficult to choose) , and booked a hotel room where the conference will be held. It all happened so quickly last night that it took me a while to realize that I had really done it. It finally hit me when I was trying to fall asleep last night. Trying being the key word; Falling never really happened. . I tried everything: tossing, turning, trying to silence the annoying rattle of our air conditioner, bathroom break, warm milk, waking my husband up to try to sympathize with my struggle, headphones, pillow and blanket over my ear. It was no use. I finally put some headphones on and surrendered to a night of restlessness.
I know why I couldn’t sleep. It was a mix of the feeling you get the night before Christmas and the sheer panic you feel the night before a big speech, exam, interview, etc. I’m super excited for this conference but I’m venturing there alone and I’m a little (ok, a LOT) nervous. For those of you who’ve read Scaredy Squirrel, I feel like Scaredy when he didn’t want to leave his nut tree. I know I won’t encounter tarantulas, Green Martians, or killer bees in Salt Lake but leaping into the unknown is quite terrifying. Questions were running through my mind last night as I was lying in bed, some practical and other’s ridiculous: What fabric should I bring? Am I good enough to take the classes they offer? Will I meet friends or be standing awkwardly in the corner by myself? What should I wear? Is it dorky to wear my handmade stuff or is it something that’s expected and cool? What will the other girls think of my business idea? Am I going to be stuck in the hotel room eating room service by myself?
I know in the end I will be glad that I took the leap out into the unknown after the conference. Until then, I will just pack an emergency kit like Scaredy and hope for the best.