Last weekend was the last Central Soapers Workshop, since the person who has run it for the past several years is going off to pursue Modern Soapmaking full time.
I was invited to speak at the conference this year, which truly put me (goofball to the max) in the company of giants: Here's the list of speakers -- betcha can't find me.
I'm struggling with how to put this in a way that makes it not sound like I'm a terrible person, but I'm just going to go out there and say it honestly: I arrogantly assumed I didn't have a lot to learn about leadership, Instagram, blogging, etc. I pride myself on being pretty savvy about these things.
Key word being "PRIDE."
I've been in the business end of things for a long time, and my experience has come with a lot of knowledge... and I was reminded this weekend that "a lot of knowledge" is very different from "all the knowledge."
I went to the seminars expecting to just blankly nod and smile as the speakers recited everything I already knew. Instead, I filled PAGES UPON PAGES with notes, scribbling into the margins and taking over pages intended for other notes from seminars I could not attend, eventually resorting to writing on my own handouts so I didn't let any of these precious pieces slip from my fingers.
And this wasn't stuff that's just going to float away into the ether... I just looked up my notes on the specifics of how to run an Instagram contest this morning and emailed the speaker (now a friend) with my proposed contest. I'm dying to try it!
After spending the first few minutes of every session bemoaning the fact that I'm doing everything wrong, I picked myself up and resolved to do better.
(In fact, I'm going to be moving this blog)
This taught me a very valuable lesson: never get too smart.
I'm moving forward with a new humility, knowing that everyone can teach me things and I'll never get myself together to the point where I can afford to miss a chance to learn something new.