I arrived to Ruckusmakers weekend, on March 6, alone. I left, on March 8, as part of a tribe.
Over the course of just two days, a room filled with 79 strangers became a room filled with people so close they felt like family to me.
The weekend was the most transformational weekend of my life, and it filled me with feelings of closeness.
“When the words flow out of you and as they reach the ears of your listener making their face light up, you feel a true validation that you are not alone in this universe,” said my fellow Ruckusmaker Lindsay in a blog she wrote as part of the #RuckusmakersChallenge.
I walked into the Purple Crayon on Friday night feeling nervous as all hell, and I definitely wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
It seemed like all of the Ruckusmakers arrived with similar feelings of anxiety, fear and self-consciousness.
Despite our gender, age, income or ethnicity, we all bonded over a feeling of uncertainty – of not knowing what to expect from the weekend or from each other.
It was refreshing to not feel alone.
I walked out of the Purple Crayon on Sunday evening inspired and transformed, and I definitely wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
It seemed like all of the Ruckusmakers left with similar feelings of gratitude and amazement.
Despite our gender, age, income or ethnicity, we all bonded over the act of sharing our projects, voicing our fears and pushing each other towards greatness.
It was incredibly moving to be around people as passionate as I am about making a positive change in the world.
“These Ruckusmakers, these are MY PEOPLE and they all have now been placed in my path,” said Lindsay.
I knew, based on reading the bios of my fellow attendees, that I would walk away from Ruckusmakers feelings inspired but I never could have imagined that I would walk away feeling closer than ever to a group of people I had just met days before.
It almost felt like Seth’s entire goal for Ruckusmakers was to remind us “you’re not alone.”