SO I have been walking around all day thinking about what to blog about.
We are back from four weeks in Argentina and everything shifted for the better. Just before we went I was at the end of my emotional string, not in a bad way - more like "Post Post Traumatic Stress." The end of 2014 was so much better than the beginning in my head - I just needed to get to Argentina and not kill anyone on the way there and I'd be done.
I had planned it like this:
- Lisbon Coworking Conference with Copass
- OuiShare London Summit #6
- Marathon Podcast session.
- Fly - away - Ctr Alt Del - reboot
Elena and I did the 'on the ground planning' - actually Elena did most of the 'making it happen' I hid in a cupboard at 90 Mainyard breathing into a paper bag most of the time. Elena would come and open the cupboard every so often and ask which activity we should do on which day, have I sent this email and do I know where the good coffee has gone. Sometimes I'd have answers - often not. In the end Stefano took zillions of photos that made us all look way cooler than we really are, we did not run out of food and did the whole thing a shoe string budget thanks to people and organisations like Grub Club, Food Assembly, Google and Echo collaborating and Traity and FreeAgent sponsoring us. On top of this I squeezed in a marathon podcast session with my partner in crime on "Beyond the Business Card" podcast and then was forgetting what order to post them in.
No one sent me any hate mail and my Klout Score (not that I pay attention to it of course) jumped four points in a few days - so I feel I made it.
Then the next big thing was getting on the plane to Argentina.
Before that I went into hiding, all this meeting people, hugging people and collaboration and podcasting had drained me. It is certainly not a moan, I love this life but I need time on my own to regenerate and finding that time was near on fucking impossible with such a hip, cool and jet set life. I was wallowing in introverted-ness in the middle of last year, really I can only do so much, then I either fall asleep standing up or turn into an arsehole.
Please watch Susan Cain below to see what I mean (Subtitles in Spanish)
