Well at least I heard him.
I got the information pack on publishing.
Bought some discount Hay House books.
And the bathroom I threw up in was clean and empty!
You HAVE to look at the positive in situations like these. I had a horrible flight down here, had the hotel from hell, then got stuck in the boonies but at a gorgeous hotel. The end part is what I am focusing on. By the time today had arrived I was well enough embroiled in my own emotions I am surprised I was well enough to get up out of bed. I didn't sleep a wink last night thinking, what if, what if, what if....what if what Nicolle, you throw up? How about making those dreams come true gurl! I likely created my own destiny today but you know what? I am in the middle of changing meds, I have Bi Polar, I haven't travelled alone in FOREVER. I am pretty proud of myself. I haven't cried once. And things could have been fucking worse. Imagine some of the restrooms you've seen!
You see you fine peeps who aren't on my Facebook wall I sat and listened to Hay House writer Dr. Wayne Dyer present his story(ies) this morning with a stomach that was screaming, "something's happening in here, don't ignore us, Imodium, phafft, shmodium". At hour 2 I ran to the bathroom and threw up, kind of out of nowhere. I went back in to listen more. Thankfully I had chosen, with some others, to sit against the wall in the back of the room on the floor. I didn't have to climb over 10 people while trying not to vomit on them. Oh god how horrible would that have been? At the hour 3 mark I got up quietly with all my things, headed to the washroom and sat for a while and allowed the violent things in my stomach happen as they wished. It was not pretty, and not quiet. Sorry TMI, I know, but there's a point coming. No really, there is. Thank god "DWD" (we're homies now Wayne and I, it's all DWD and NDW between us) was still speaking so I was alone in the washroom. At that point I decided it was time to call a cab and head back to the hotel. Once here I slept for 2 hours almost instantly after just a little more sickness.
Wayne Dyer was wonderful, I will give him that. What I can also say was it was his story and a bit of a sale of his new book (Which I bought. Well played sir, well played). In the 3 hours I was there, of 6 today, I loved listening to him but I wasn't sure where the publishing part came in. What I did get is the ability to enter into a publishing competition. And today's program was streamed online live. All I need now is to contact them, beg to watch because of illness and being crazy, present my 365 days of ALL THIS *waves her hands around all of herself*, and BAM, my book is published.
So all in all, for a very rainy windy day in Florida with puking involved, this girl could be worse off but not any less proud of herself. But why would I do any of that now?
I am really quite proud of me for taking this chance to come so far from home, alone, and do something I wouldn't normally have done. I have to give a shout out to a girl I know, Steph Amann. Without her, over a year ago, telling me to just "go for it, just talk to someone before you leave" I wouldn't have sat through a weekend course then either and knew what my potential was. Perhaps you don't think I accomplished anything this weekend but then I feel sorry for you because in truth I accomplished a ton. See the upside, see the potential for worse, so it's always better.
I may not be going back tomorrow, I already made that decision, I want to come home now. Being sick alone and anxious too is no fun. And DWD is done for the weekend. But I did this, I came here. I was almost in a psychiatric ward two weeks ago on a three day (5150 aka the "Britney Spears"). Here I sit typing to you after having sat 50 feet from Wayne Dyer.
I am doing okay. :)
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