TWO talks and TWO conferences!
And then I switched jobs within Red Hat to join engineering, where I am now a Developer Evangelist which means I code AND talk. Which is what #ALLTHETALKS have been for ever since…
Except, no, I’m just now remembering one other.
And, wait, another.
So I’ve been doing MOSTLY TripleO things, but also other things.
Hence the flight is purchased and the Amsterdam and Salt Lake City hotels are booked and airbnb room requested and packing list finished.
That TripleO cheat sheet?
All those things I need to do for Toastmasters Groningen?
Something stream of consciousness ish.
Remember that time when I said:
But then an invitation comes along and you get all giddy cause it comes along because of a year’s worth of work and I know, I’m being vague, and I promise to post details if it all works out…
Normally when I go speak at conferences it’s because I’ve applied months in advance and been accepted and sent the budget up the management chain and received approval and arranged travel and written an abstract and practiced the demo and tested and practiced and planned.
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.
Pontus landed a visiting fellow grant to work at Duke University. We were able to pause the AI’s daycare government stipend, withdraw him from Dutch daycare and enroll him in American daycare. We found a kickass house / cat sitter to stay at our house for six weeks.
Off track, I know.
A lot of things are going on right now including recovering from influenza and, cause life isn’t complicated enough, A FOLLOW UP viral infection with coughs that could wake the dead, or, in actually, wake the AI asleep in his own room.
And then he catches it, too, so that’s awesome.
Just. Fucking. AWESOME.
But then an invitation comes along and you get all giddy cause it comes along because of a year’s worth of work and I know, I’m being vague, and I promise to post details if it all works out, but then they ask you for a picture and …BLARGH.
It speaks to the soul, rips tears from my eyes and comforts me.
But our lives will only ever always
Continue to be
A balancing act
That has less to do with pain
And more to do with beauty
There are SO MANY THINGS to write about from the past FOUR WEEKS.
The other day at Toastmasters Groningen, a few members of our club went over to Stenden Toastmasters in Leeuwarden and ‘captured’ the Explorer’s Cup.
This MASSIVE TROPHY is a Dutch only initiative to encourage members of clubs to visit other clubs and participate in the meetings. In order to ‘capture’ it, you have to take at least two members of your club to the club that currently has the cup and one member must be a speaker and one member must be an evaluator and the third can optionally have a role, but it isn’t necessary for the cup.
I fell asleep writing that paragraph.
I have absolutely no explanation why I’m over the moon that our club captured this thing, except that I thought it was a cool enough item that I put it in my presidential vision.
Yesterday was National Coming Out Day and while it’s not something I’m secretive about, because I am an apparent female married to a cis male, many people assume I am a straight woman.
I had conversations with my mother and aunt about sexuality when I was nine ish that they believed people are sexual and that sexuality isn’t binary, but more like on a sliding scale and that people are more heterosexual or more homosexual, but not completely one or the other.
That resonated with me so much that I immediately adopted the label bi-sexual.