A very short post this week as I’ve just arrived back from my 48 hours in Amsterdam – what a fantastic couple of days I’ve had!
Last week I wrote about having to attend a big European conference in Amsterdam (all to do with the retail sector) and give a presentation on Wednesday this week… to say I was bricking it because I hadn’t had time to prepare sufficiently was the understatement of the century. The post was all about how it’s important to do things that scare you – I mentioned hoping that I wouldn’t eventually regret saying that.
The bottom line? I don’t regret saying that.
The conference went really well.
I don’t know why I was so worried.
The thing that really scared me the most?
Going on a plane by myself for the first time. I hate, hate, HATE landings and usually I have Keith with me to offer a hand to squeeze or a knee to clutch while I grit my teeth and wait till the plane has stopped screeching (as if it’s never going to stop). Thankfully I got through the two landings without clawing at the men whose misfortune it was to sit next to me. Plus I find remembering what to do at airports so stressful… I get in such a panic that I’m not in the right place or I’ve forgotten to go somewhere or do something. But I did all of it right thank god.
So yes, I’ll admit it – the conference was excellent and I’m SO glad I went. Apart from one little hiccup when I lost my train of thought I was pleased with my presentation (I was talking about how brands can take advantage of influencers for mutual benefit – I was the only influencer invited to go apparently #veryproud). Lots of questions were asked in the Q&A at the end which was a relief, and quite an eye-opener to find out how some brands view what we (as influencers) do and think.
So not only that but I made lots of great new contacts, had a wonderful meal in the evening and met some fantastic people. Really, truly fantastic people.
I then spent all of Thursday with my dear Dutch friend Greetje of No Fear of Fashion – if you know her (IRL or online) you’ll know that she is an absolute hoot, we had just the BEST time. So thank you, darling Greetje, for showing me Amsterdam and treating me to a wonderful day (pictures to follow another time, I’ve had no time to go through them yet).
So yes – I was wrong to fear going. I couldn’t have BEEN more wrong. Everyone told me I’d be great, and whilst I may not have been amazing as such, I certainly did myself proud.
And that’s the best way to admit you were wrong, isn’t it…?
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