To bliss or not to bliss – that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous conferences
Or take flights against a sea of Tweets and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep —
No more — and by sleep to say we end
The baggy eyes and the thousand natural shocks
That hugging is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly wished. To die, to sleep —
To sleep — perchance past 7 a.m.: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of happy delirium what dreams may come
When we have danced off the stage,
Must we give pause? Â There’s the respect
That makes friendships of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of blogging,
Th’ Facebook wrong, the proud woman’s business cards
The pangs of unanswered tweets, the wifi’s delay,
The insolence of a home office, and the spurns
That the patient merit of th’ bad pitches takes,
When she herself might quietus make
Perhaps with a karaoke machine? Who would high heels bear,
To grunt and sweat under the bag of swag,
But that the dread of something after the flight,
The undiscovered awesomeness, from whose keynote speakers
No dry eyes return, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have as we pack,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of of Instagram photos is sicklied o’er with the pale case of thought,
And enterprise of great pitches and moments,
Their products stuffed in our bags turn to gifts
And lose the name of swag. — Soft you now,
The most beloved BlissDom! — Conference nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my techy gadgets remembered.
Have you booked your flight yet? This time last year, I started looking for roommates, flight and a BlissDom ticket. After a little prayer, I found it all and it changed my life.
Hope to see you there!