i know, i know…blah blah blah catalyst, blah blah.? is anne ever going to write on her blog again?
yes!
i will still be tracking the events of catalyst at the backstage site, but am saving this dear blog for some more personal reflections, should i have any along the way.
i noticed the comments have slowed down died on here lately and i’m sorry for not inviting more conversation.
this opportunity that i have is like an IV push of those most influential in leadership (if you define influence as speaking to a large group of people in some medium or another).
everyone-all-at-once-wham!
me?
i am just a newbie author with a blog with flowers meeting these pastors, authors, and speakers for the very first time.?
it makes me nervous.
and i became obsessed with making the best first impression.
one author in particular, who i was extremely nervous and excited to meet, is william paul young, who wrote the shack (which as irony would have it, on amazon, our books are paired together for a great bargain!)?
now, in full disclosure, i have not actually read the shack yet.?
but i will.?
and in the mean time, i have highly regarded and admired mr. young’s ability to start discussion.? it’s nothing short of amazing.
tonight, as i pulled into the hotel (disheveled, sweaty, rained upon, and gross)…clothes over my arm, earrings falling out of my ear, as i attempted to press the elevator button with my elbow, a voice behind me says,
“i’ll get it.”
together, we hop on the elevator, he asks me what floor.
“two, please.”
i ask him if he is here for catalyst.? he says yes.
“my name is paul.”
“i’m anne jackson.? i’m hosting catalyst backstage.”
“oh,” he says.? “i’m the author of the book, the shack,” he continues, unassumingly.
he leans over to give me a hug (me – disheveled, sweaty, rained upon, and gross) and we talk about some of the upcoming events on our calendars. he graciously fills me in on his schedule.
we arrive at floor two, and i head to my room.
(disheveled, sweaty, rained upon, and gross).
my first catalyst first impression. it wasn’t what i had in mind.
but it was beautiful.