A month long nonstop promotional campaign ended Saturday night with over 500 people at the Boise Center on the Grove. I am grateful to all the people in the local community that chose to spend their time with us on that day. I feel so lucky to be able to share the Camino with such a nice crowd. Lydia Smith created a masterpiece and the world is a better place with her film, Walking the Camino: Six Ways to Santiago, on screen. The Camino brings many people together in strange ways. I think there is a reason that Lydia and I met on FB.
Working on this event was another opportunity for a great lesson. Around Wednesday, I went into complete panic mode and was concerned with a plethora of details. Unsold seats haunted me. The press teased me with a few inquiries, but not able to commit to a story. Technical problems with the venue raised their ugly heads at the last moment. Adversity was present at every corner. In the midst of the chaos, I decided to let go. The issues that tormented my mind were all beyond my control. With a new attitude, I felt like being in a raft on the calm water before a class five rapid.
We had a glitch or two, but overall, I could not have scripted a better outcome. Boise sure knows how to welcome an event! Several people from my life came out of the shadows to show their support. It meant the world to me.
There are plenty of rapids in my future, but I am taking the next 10 days to calmly plot my course. I may join forces with Lydia or may choose a solo route and hire a public relations firm. Another thought is to choose a city and see if I can duplicate my Boise efforts and find places to speak and bookstores for signings. All of these thoughts are extremely exciting for me.
I equate my next steps to turning a new leaf in my infant book/speaking career. The decisions will happen in the greatest office on the planet; on my mountain bike riding through the forests of Ketchum, ID. I arrived yesterday and took my first spin on a warm evening night. It began at the end of Wanderers Street which is the back entrance to Adams Gulch. The initial hill is a mile long and all uphill. 45 days ago, the hillside was a Henri Monet painting with vibrant patches of wildflowers. Today, beauty takes a different shape with barren hills and dry grass. I can almost feel the aspen trees bursting with desire to put color back into the landscape. The green leaves are transforming to yellow as they shimmer in the wind. The brilliant reds and oranges will surely debut in the upcoming weeks. Pine needles serve as a welcome mat for my rubber tires. The aging bike squeaks with each movement. The chipmunk’s birdlike chirp fills the sound void. I frighten an occasional grouse as they frighten me. Their flight sounds like a quail with a B-52 engine. Water trickles through the dry creek beds that were raging in July. Tourist are replaced with devout locals preparing for the seasonal shift.
I look forward the the exhilarating Fall Changes!