Making a living from love

Anyone who’s spent any amount of time with me since the remarkable weekend I spent at Misfit Con has heard me go on and on about the conference. I still can’t stop talking about it. And it’s not just coming out my mouth. Nope. The greatest thing is how that experience is continuing to express itself in every single thing I do now. It’s true:

I am forever changed.

The biggest thing is that I think I am actually doing something I wrote about at least a year ago, when I wondered in a Facebook status, “could I make a living out of enthusiasm?”

Thanks to that long weekend in Fargo, North Dakota with a hundred or so new friends and co-conspirators, I’m taking it a step further.

I’m making a living from love.

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hopelessly devoted to... yes, that's right: Fargo. and Misfit.

Yeah, I know. I don't expect you to understand it right off the bat. I know it sounds strange, right: me, North Dakota, Fargo. 

And it's almost 11pm and I'm writing, and I'm not a nighttime writer generally. Because generally I'd have been asleep for a few hours by now.

But after Day 1 of the Misfit Conference in mind-blowing Fargo, North Dakota, I'm fairly-well buzzing. In fact, if it were possible to levitate, to achieve lift-off just by the power of a mind stuffed with amazing new friends, great conversations, unbelievable food, the brilliant speakers, creativity and inspiration just of Day 1, 

well, fuck: I'd be flying right now.

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Reinforcements, just in time!

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day.

But yesterday's Monday turned out OK. Mostly because I received two messages, reinforcements, right on time.

First, a mermaid.

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