Wow. Another amazing conference has passed. Another three days of brisk morning walks and thoughtful presentations and creative contemplations. Another three days of meeting some of the top minds in my industry. And listening to said top minds wax poetic on the topic of cake.
Cake. It’s the favorite thing of many content strategists. And, appropriately enough, the conference secured itself a cake sponsor. No, I’m not kidding. Betty Crocker sponsored our content strategy conference.
Seriously, though. That’s not even all of it.
I’m probably the only content strategist that doesn’t like cake. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.
But enough about cake.
I’d like to take a moment to reiterate my wow. Last year’s conference was good. But this year’s was great. And I’ve realized that for as long as I intend to be a one-woman show, a self-employed content-type, I really need to go to conferences like this. At least once a year. Why? Because after a while, I get up in my own head. And conferences like this one get me out of it. Because there’s only so much industry news I can keep up with via the very lovely interwebs. Because I need inspiration in this kind of large dosage at least once per year.
In fact, for the past few months, I’ve been contemplating some changes to my own business, my own web presence. And this week’s inspiration was just what I needed to start making vague ideas into real thinking shifts. I won’t say anything more for now, but watch for some changes to my business presence.
For now, I’ll just say that I’m grateful. Grateful for all the inspiration and the ideas and the good company. Grateful for the heaps and heaps of meetings and connections that are already peeking around the corner at me. Grateful for changes yet to come and changes already in mind.
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