I didn’t write yesterday.

I thought about it,

at least once an hour or so.

But then instead, I found myself living,

laughing and crying at talks

given by insightful, amazing women

with so much to share,

Such wisdom and such humour.

I’ve always thought that wit is something you can’t fake.

You can study hard, you can paint yourself up as whatever you want to be, but true wit is something I admire more than almost any other quality.

The ability to be clever and insightful,

to laugh at life in its darkest hour,

and bring a lesson out of heartache

like a light in the gloom.

To take pain, and sharpen the edge

so that you can carve something beautiful.

I sat and looked around,

watching the faces of others

who were as enraptured as I was

I knew myself to be in the company of giants.

In the past, when I’ve gone to conferences

I have left early,

skipped sessions,

and sat through the bare minimum.

This time, I was sad to see it end.

I’ve already blocked off my schedule for next year

and may or may not have started counting down the days.

And next year,

I’ll see new friends,

and old friends,

and have a second chance

to celebrate how amazing we all are

for taking the time out for ourselves.