I’ve been sifting through my thoughts over the last month and a half, having a really hard time coming up with what to write about Mighty Summit.
Aside from my posse of social media mavens in Utah, I can’t tell you the last time I went to an event and came home this relaxed, inspired, confident, boosted, ready to take on the world. I really wasn’t sure what to expect of Mighty Summit. A gathering of supremely smart, uber successful, brilliant, entrepreneurial women in one small hotel for the weekend? I had no idea what would happen.
I’m not being overly sentimental when I say I came home feeling more empowered than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Here’s the thing. I spent my youth attending church camps in the summer, hanging out with smart, awesome girls and women. I’m surrounded by smart selfless women in my neighborhood, at church, in my family. I’m no stranger to the strength and power women can have in creating and sustaining a community, whether it’s in a neighborhood or on the internet, but even I was surprised at the cohesiveness that took place in Napa.
It’s a pretty cool concept to start with, a gathering of women for a weekend of pampering and discussion, and life listing. It took a lot of work for the hostesses to create, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciated it.
But that’s neither here nor there.
What I really want to talk about is the community that came together at Mighty Summit, the community that can happen anytime, anywhere, if you make it happen.
I attend a lot of conferences for women. Conferences for smart, entrepreneurial, ambitious women who are ready to leave their stamp on the world. But something’s happened in the name of ambition that isn’t always pretty: competition. Competition isn’t inherently bad, in fact I think it’s pretty healthy in small doses, but it’s when the competition gets ugly and self-important and all encompassing that I start to have a problem. Competition that feels like it has reached an all-time peak in social media, something I try so hard to avoid at all costs.
I maybe expected a little bit of peacocking at Mighty Summit. You know what I mean? This astonishingly accomplished group of women, sitting around talking about the cool stuff we’ve all done and what we can take on next.
You know what happened instead?
Bonds formed, relationships cemented, goals were reinforced and supported. It was overwhelming. No backstabbing, jockeying for position to sit next to the person who could offer a rung in the ladder of success. We hung out, joked, cried, shared, became vulnerable and open and asked for a little bit of help in reaching our dreams.
We sat at a table in a winery and told each other the 5 things we’d cross off our life list within the year while women all down the table shouted out things like:
“I work in publishing, I can help you start a book proposal”
“I work with HGTV, we can totally get you to fashion week this Fall”.
How often does that happen? A pooling of resources to help each other accomplish your dreams? Never, that’s when.
We all walked away with 25 more friends than we started with, and with our arms linked we’ll conquer at least some of our dreams.