My love affair with all things TED began in New York City. A student at an Upper West Side dance studio, I earned free classes by dedicating a few hours a week to help run the place. More often than not, you’d find me at the desk hidden in back, folding class schedules, and filling up my well of knowledge and inspiration. I would put my headphones in, prop my phone up at just the right angle and soak in all of the incredible ideas worth spreading.
To say that I am thrilled to speak at TEDxCherryCreekWomen is an understatement. My heart is so full with the possibilities, and gratitude pours out of me for the chance to connect with so many at once.
This talk IS my story, yet I submitted my application before I even knew it would be. Mulling over the application process, I hesitated to write as I didn’t know exactly where the talk, or my life, was going.
As I fell asleep one night, the messages started coming. I opened the notes app on my phone and let it pour out. I submitted and was proud that I had at least made sense of the thoughts running around my head.
Between the time I wrote the application, and the time I was selected, I had quit my job with nothing lined up to seek my purpose. I knew I needed time to figure life out and had ideas about where I wanted to go.
I have received signs of support since then, letting me know I was heading in the right direction, but none were of this magnitude, and none as life-changing as being selected to participate in this incredible event and speak from the heart about this very thing.