Ruckusmakers weekend was a little bit like living in a bubble.
(We essentially were confined in a small place, with little interaction with the outside world.)
I didn’t think about work email or home duties – not because I didn’t want to – just because it didn’t come up. There wasn’t time for that.
It was a bubble filled with energetic, hard-working dreamers who are looking to change the world through passion.
It was a bubble without armor, filled with honest feedback, interest and insight into your work.
It was a bubble filled with respect for openness and rawness.
…it was a bubble that I honestly wish I could stay in forever — but since I can’t, I’ll “settle” for the incredible memories, ideas and friendships that I was fortunate enough to culminate while in it.
I’ll never forget the impact that this weekend had on my spirit.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to all of my fellow Ruckusmakers.