The Home Run

In a world beyond my right now but within my hands reach, I energetically scribbled across the page. Pearls of wisdom poured from the podium and flooded my brain. A headache. I felt it coming on.  Clutching my coffee cup tighter than I need to, I settled in to becoming a #Harvardwriter.

The next 3 days delivered as promised.

I drank from its thunderous downpour of power-packed content. I learned of the wonders of deadlines, of the secrets to maintaining motivation and of the magic of the couch.

But should I say hello? The density of genius that packed the room was at infinitum. The Harvard Medical School Course on Writing, Publishing and Social Media for Healthcare Professionals attracted physicians, psychologist and healthcare professionals world-wide. And there I sat, one of them, yet, in awe.

Then someone approached and said “Hello.”

Staying in the moment and connecting with thought-leaders had fueled my pre-conference decision to ditch the laptop from my things-to-pack list. But regret gnawed at the grey matter of brain until it was jolted by that in-the-moment MOMENT.

Did I just hear that? Did Dr. Julie Silver, Director of the course and author extraordinaire, just offer up a momentous opportunity, on a larger than life podium, at the Fairmont Plaza, for a #HarvardWriter inductee, to pitch a book idea, on the fly, in front of an accomplished panel of authors, editors, agents, coaches, publishers and social media judges while in a packed ball room? What the what?

Catapulted by my initiates, I stood before giants. And seized the day. My book is coming out tomorrow.

Okay, no it’s not.

But unknowingly,  being consciously present as the audience of pitch-practiced authors, as they braved the ice-cold world of engaging the publishers, had taught me how to land the 70-second elevator pitch.

I had 23 out of 23 judges at “No! Don’t pee there!”

Ok. You had to be there. But that laptop-free session became my pitch-on-the-fly prep and I was ready to change my world.

Magnetic people interactions were my destiny. A midnight dinner with the author of the book, “I’m not a Princess, I’m a complete fairytale”. A reminiscing stroll with the author of “Hindsight: Coming of age on the streets of Hollywood”- a book worthy of Netflix, Energizing conversations with Blogger and Twitter Top-Voice, Dr. Melissa Welby,  group selfies on a backdrop fit for social media rounded my stay as I  watched starry eyed writers, published professionals and accomplished doctors dream.

Slouched in exhaustion and dizzy from the weekend’s speed, I sought refuge on seating tucked deep into the lobby.  The bustling noises had faded and I now dreamt of home. I listened as steps pattered close behind me and heard someone say “I’m so glad that we met.” Uncurled from the cough, barefoot on the floor, I stood and smiled widely. The last person to wish me good bye that weekend was none other that Dr. Nilsy Rapalo. The same someone who started my weekend with “Hello.”

It was magical. It must have been the couch.

The Right Tools

Listening to my patients, with my ears, is often times much more accurate than with my stethoscope. The right tool makes a difference. Yet, there I was, writing my blog via my smart phone. What can I tell you, this autism mom has had soooo many devices destroyed, wrecked and ravaged by the bending, molding, twisting everything little fingers of my son such that I don’t own anything of worth any more. My phones are fortunate to survive the year and well, so are his teachers for that matter. But we digress.

I did noticed something, however. Despite having a quite capable smart phone and my will to write, I wasn’t. Of course I used the phone daily .. minutely. But, I was tied up. You know … neuro-typical daughter wants the mall. Neuro-divergent son wants … nothing to do with you. Then everyone wants dinner, daily and of course there’s the full-time career as the fun-loving, life saver. Yes. I’m tied up. But that was not my “WHY” for not writing.

The why was really my laptop meeting its untimely demise 4 years ago. It’s springy little letters were plucked from its very sockets without a thought of “how’s mommy going to type?” and its body losing the fight against gravity, the counter top and him! So I’ve been without my tool. And quite frankly, not willing to buy another one.

But as anyone will tell you, the right tool just makes any project easier. So although his little fingers are still super active, I’ve stepped out in hope! Hope that the past 4 years weren’t in vain. Hope that potty training has taught him more than potty training. Hope that his love for letters will now allow him to find mercy on the upper left hand Q, A and esc button. For surely he can control other body parts now too. (Yes, I’m looking at you … fingers).

So watch out world … doctorann.blog is back. Tool in hand.

Oh, and I’m still listening … with my ears 🙂 Tell me what you think. I love hearing your ideas of what to write about next!