For your sake, I’ve edited myself on photos. I believe I got it down to 12 from the original 1,000. You are very welcome.
Wednesday morning of last week we headed to Soho for the IFB Conference. I was a panelist on “The New Entrepreneur” with Mr. Newton, Taylor Sterling, Katie Armour, Katie Rodgers and Michelle Madhok. (Side note: Mr. Newton might be the best person I’ve ever met in life. He coolly sat down next to me and we chatted like old friends. Who does that? Also, I think this means we are best friends now?)
The panel was about business and blogging, but not necessarily the business of blogging. It’s hard sometimes because I came into this as a blogger first, well technically as an awkward girl first then a blogger, so at times I have to remind myself, “yes Kendi you are also an entrepreneur.” The only regret of being on a panel is that I don’t quite remember things I said. Not remembering things that fall out of your mouth in public is a shame. But what I can remember is that I said that women were made for entrepreneurship — we are inclined to details, multi-tasking, handling everything while juggling everything else. Simply put, we were made for this. And if you have that spark in you, that little sparks that whispers to you “you could do that” then you should listen. I sat up on the panel with 5 other normal people who listened to that voice that said that could and still says they can.
It was nice to hear other people talk about their business and their philosophies. Do we do it for money first or for the love of it? Do you really need a plan or do you wing it as you go? Both sides of each question were represented and to tell you the truth – no one was wrong. We all run our business they way we want to run our business. It was nice to hear other’s philosophies and how strongly everyone believed theirs to be true. (Which I believe is the truth. You are your own truth, so why not believe it wholeheartedly?)
I think the most comforting thing I heard was that no matter what, following your dream is hard work. We’re all tired, we are all a little worn down but tired of the dream? Never. That in some sick twisted way was the biggest comfort for me.
And then I talked to bloggers and showed them my jazz hands. They were impressed.
No, then I talked to bloggers who also wanted to start businesses. Who wanted to open store fronts or online stores and become entrepreneurs with their own talents but didn’t quite know how to yet. But yes, they were also impressed with my jazz hands. Of course they were, I mean look at them.
All in all, it was a fun panel that I actually ended up learning more than I probably shared. I just take, take, take, don’t I?
Then we explored the city for the better part of two days. This is my husband. Say Hello to B. (I forced him to take this photo and he probably hated it. But the kid can dress therefore you get your photo taken.)
We walked back up the hotel that afternoon by taking the slow route. We walked through the West Village, Meatpacking District, up to the High Line and back over the Hell’s Kitchen. B had been to New York for about 20 hours one time last year. It was due time he saw the City. And that we did.
Poor kid. Subjected to photos on the street. At least I didn’t draw arrows on him?
We walked as far as we could for two days. We didn’t even see a tenth of what the city has to give. I think the best part of New York is the energy it shares. I don’t know if it is the amount of people, the thousands of businesses, the creativity that thrives but you fall in love with the city within minutes of arriving. It’s magical. Even the dirty streets and the strange smell on every block becomes romantic to you. All of a sudden a place that should intimidate becomes intimate and you suddenly feel like you belong. Eight million people and they let one more girl in. That was certainly nice of them.
This will not be the last of me, New York. You have a friend for life.