Twenty-one days from now, I’ll be checking into my hotel and preparing to meet my Tribe. I “know” a few people virtually, thanks to the Superstars closed Facebook group and their open-armed acceptance of all, but I’m still going there a stranger. Evidence suggests I won’t come home as one. I’ve got new business cards, new shirts in the conference color (ruby red this year), and approximately one metric shit-ton of questions. I hope to be ready. I’m doing my best to prepare, but I suspect this will be one of those “the best plan lasts until the battle begins” situations. I’m excited for the adventure to come, and the camaraderie of my Tribe. As my kids say, “Let’s goooooooooooo!”
