LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA!
I will flying out from the D to LA early Thursday morning. I should be pretty excited, huh? I am... a little bit.
It has yet to hit me that, in less than 72 hours, I will be plotted on the edge of the west coast of the nation, speaking at a prominent conference. It will be amazing to stand amongst other thriving, hungry writers such as myself.
Not only I am honored to have been asked to participate as a panelist, I am pretty geeked to visit and catch up on life with one of my gorgeous sorority sister out there. Most of all, this is a chance for me to venture out and find a piece of me that I long for. My relaxation in Los Angeles will be a moment where I will manage to confound my true feelings of my love for writing. Maybe I will discover what has been missing, overlooked or hidden. Perhaps I will find self-relief and come back to Detroit as a refreshed, rejuvenated woman.
Imaginably, this trip will allow me to try to figure out what I really want to do with my life. Or this explosive experience may allow me to finally relax and enjoy life, dumping the bulk of my life's ironic aporia off my fragile shoulders. I love Detroit. But it will be nice to simply get away. And perhaps come back as a different woman.
But first, I must get through this crazy long flight. The last time I was on a plane, I cried. Like a big baby. Stay tuned.