I havent really had the chance to give a proper thank you to the 60 beautiful women who came to my NYC workshop yesterday. I am here now in The Berkshires of Massachusetts reflecting on what went down yesterday. I left right after. I schlepped all my shit to a wine bar and had a glass (or 2, or, ok lets leave it at 2) with some friends before I took the train here last night at 9 pm. I arrived at 1 am and starting working here at Canyon Ranch today. Im finally sitting here on my bed, in my room, thinking about what went down yesterday. It feels surreal. I wish I could remember every single moment so I could put it in my pocket and carry it around with me. But I already do that, dont I? I mean, we all do. Right? My literary agent even came! It was so exciting having her be a part of the experience. OMG!! I dont know much. I really dont. And it feels like less as I get older, but, hell ( I really wanted to use the f word but didnt) yesterday was like a why-I-do-what-I-do kinda day. It was open and warm and funny and fun and sometimes sad and sweaty and comfortable as a hug and vulnerable and provocative and shocking and filled with dance parties and words and silences and I just want to remember every single second. I wont. But it will go somewhere inside of me and make me. Itll form who I am. So thank you. Thank you to everyone who came from near and far- and some came from very far (that did Not go unnoticed!) I love you. I think I will be back in March. xo jen
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 23:30:40 +0000
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