Matty (my ten year old dog) peed on my computer, so I’m thinking it’s going to be a long week.
Oh, Camp Mighty. It’s hard to explain what it is because it is so much more than words can tell, but basically it was a weekend where we brought our Life Lists and focused on accomplishing things. From the website:
The objective is to improve your life until it cannot be further improved…The retreat gives you time to think about what you want, a team to help, and a pool. For floating.
Camp Mighty was a larger version of the Mighty Summit I went to last year, a life-changing event, as it was what started my business in earnest and what helped me realize on a visceral level that living epically is totally possible, even for little old me.
This year’s event brought into focus that I’m in a Good Place right now. My Life List is chugging along; I have successfully created the space for doing Amazing Things. The time is there, the room is there, the fortitude to press onward and accomplish is there. That didn’t come easily, but my 2010 goal of making my lifestyle such that I could Life List as I wanted was accomplished.
And it feels SO GOOD.
“So, Amber,” I asked. “What now?” Because, ok, excellent, but one can’t stop.
The larger conference was broken down into four teams; we met together and were encouraged to share five things with the group that we wanted to accomplish. Here are my picks, and if you can help with any of them, get in touch, please. It would be so nice of you.
They’re all “doing cool stuff” things because that’s where I am right now: I want to have FUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN! Wouldn’t you know: I was seated a few chairs over from two ladies who live in Maui – one of who is building a guest house.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Amber, and I make an excellent house guest.”
“See you this spring?” she said. “I know a cliff you can jump off of.” (Later that evening we decided capes should also be involved.)
Someone else had “have a professional portrait of myself taken”, and, of course, I had my camera. The only thing cooler than having someone help you with a Life List item is to help someone else yourself. (A lot of people had this on their list, actually, but between timing and the rain, I didn’t get to snap as many faces as I’d have liked.)
Best parts: hugging people who have inspired me. And hugging people I’ve inspired. (So much inspiration!) And rocking out to the TonTons (plus chatting with the singer between sets – she’s adorable). And drinking champagne in the hot tub while chatting with super smart ladies. And the speakers. And dancing my ass off at the space-themed dance party, in my pretty space-themed dress. And soaking up the sun poolside. And road tripping with three hilarious gals from LA to Palm Springs, with a pit stop at In-N-Out (as one does when one is from the east coast and lands in California).
(My dress is from here.) (I totally brought my one-frillion dollar camera into the hot tub. I was careful. The photos were worth it. Don’t judge me.)
I did end up floating in that pool, too, alone on Friday night, with the rain in my face and my body warmed up by the hot tub. It was incredible, and an excellent way to think, by the way, should you have the opportunity.
“What next? What bigger? What more?” I whispered these questions to myself softly, but heard them loudly because my ears and my lungs were both underwater. You want to know what popped into my head?
Adventure. Business bigger.
Everyone who has heard the details of AMP growing the past year is astounded at the trajectory, but I still want more. I decided, as the pool wormed its way into my ear canal, that I will be consciously unafraid of making more money and getting more business. (It is terribly difficult to be consciously unafraid when your stomach is in knots.) I will take on larger, longer weddings, I will stop dragging my feet about offering customers prints and albums. And I will have more adventures, because those are rad, and I deserve them.
You all know me by now; you know I do not believe the “Universe speaks to us” or anything like that, but goddamn if there isn’t an unprecedented inquiry for a 120 person wedding sitting in my inbox as of 9:30 am Tuesday morning.
So I will open myself to adventure and success this year.
Oh man oh man. Here I go.
I’m not a very good flier (Rob and his finger nail imprinted arm says, “No shit.”) I know it’s one of the safest forms of travel, thousands of folks around the world do it daily, safely, the plane is equipped to handle just about everything… whatever. It freaks me out.
I never was scared to fly before. Whenever I got on a plane, it never even occurred to me to be frightened of crashing. I just got on and slept or chatted with folks, no prob. I even once flew across the Atlantic Ocean on a sleeping pill, blissfully sound asleep. This trip, however, was pretty brutal on my nerves.
The two flights there were ok in terms of being nice, clear nights, with no incidents at all, but I was majorly scared because of the novelty, not having flown since 9/11, heightened security and all that.
However, from California to Houston we hit major turbulence through dark, angry storm clouds, and from Houston to New York, the plane was rocking pretty badly. That, and flying over New York makes me nervous. I spent the last half hour of the last flight with tears pouring down my face, and Rob’s nerves were frayed from dealing with me. I was terrified, and when we finally got to the car, I broke down for a good solid 10 minutes. I never want to fly again, as irrational as that sounds. I told Rob the only way I’d ever get on a plane again is if one of the kids (our kids) called and was stuck in a situation they needed me for.
I think I’ll have to get over it, though, because in the next year, I’m slated to go on a minimum of two trips requiring flying. The first is to Disney World this January (woohoo!) and the second is our honeymoon, which we haven’t decided on yet. Right now it looks like Buenas Aries, Argentina (the dollar is really strong there, and it’s beautiful).
I don’t want to let my fear ground me (pun!), but it’s been tough to phych myself up for getting in the air. The next time I have to go somewhere, I think I’ll need a prescription for Valium.