It’s been difficult enough organizing my thoughts post-Conference, so the concept of structuring an essay has been daunting to say the least. It’s been six days since Conference, and I still feel like I’m floating. Full of gratitude for those who have given to me. Full of ideas for new approaches to things. I already know who I am in this world and am comfortable in my vessel. But I walked away from this experience feeling more confident in my decisions, sourcing inspiration from the successes and joys of others in my chosen community.

I made a post on my personal social media attempting to express my thanks for all those involved with Conference, and my ability to attend it, but rereading it later I feel like it falls short. I feel like it always will. There are simply too many people involved. I suppose that’s what pictures are for; the shortcomings of words. The picture I attached to this post perhaps better encapsulated the pure joy I was blessed with experiencing. There, between the smiling faces of Paul King, Pat Pierce, and a lovely cut-out of Sailor Sid, you can see my most genuine smile of gratitude: gratitude to the universe for spinning me to that place, at that moment.

The classes I was able to experience were exceptional, and better yet the discussions afterward about the content. Being able to bounce around ideas with more than just one other piercer at a time was a first for me, and something I truly enjoyed. Seeing so many different, yet viable approaches to the same problems are very exciting, and I greatly value the connections I’ve made. These connections will allow me to reach out and further pick the brains of the individuals explaining such approaches. It’s certainly safe to say the conference experience has also taken down the veil of importance I’ve put up around certain individuals. We’re all human, we’re all geeks to one degree or another, and piercing is the language we share. I shouldn’t be afraid to speak it.

I feel blessed, truly. But I also feel proud. I acknowledge that I did not get there on my own, but I did get there of my own volition and determination. No one wrote my submissions for me, and it still required hands and thoughts. The last meal I had in Las Vegas was some Chinese food, and eating alone while reflecting on my time at Conference, I mechanically and unthinkingly reached my meals conclusion and cracked open my fortune cookie. My fortune that day – now pinned on my corkboard at home – reads “of all our human resources, the most precious is the desire to improve.” That to me is the spirit of the APP, the mission statement of piercers, and something that was so serendipitous, I can’t help but feel that I’m on the right path for myself in life.