Organising an event is a multi-layered, exhausting, exhilarating nightmare of a daydream.
Sounds like utter nonsense, right? A string of adjectives that shouldn’t be found in a sentence together? But that is the only way I can think of describing the creation and running of our most recent conference for a client.
The literal blood, sweat and tears (and lost fingernails. Seriously, three were painfully damaged in the course of our trip). The 6am starts and the 12am finishes. The last minute amends and the technological meltdowns. Along with all the other day-to-day issues and mini-crises - putting together a conference from start to finish is just mind-boggling.
And yet, the satisfaction of seeing the completed conference rooms, the banners, the happy faces of attendees and of the client. It creates such a sense of pride at what has, essentially, been your baby for the last few months. To see how seamlessly and smoothly it runs for the audience (unaware of the great computer rebellion behind the scenes). The team-work and pride of everyone else helping run the event. And greeting so many previously unknown people, who may have just been a name or (for some) a photograph. To put a voice, a personality, to the face or name. It is truly wonderful to experience.
To see that what you have helped create excites and inspires so many people, whilst engaging and informing them really makes it all worthwhile. That feeling makes you know that, much like child-birth, it was so worth it and you’d go through it all over again in a heartbeat.
Through great team-work, excellent communication skills and faith in one another, theblueballroom team effortlessly (to outsiders) created a conference that was the best I’ve witnessed personally.
But after, you can’t help but experience what my colleague calls ‘post event blues’. A coming down of your adrenaline and a realisation of how utterly exhausted you are, you become filled with an emptiness and a sense of ‘now what?’ A painful realisation that it really is over. People leave the venue and head home, taking their excited buzz with them. Silence descends. The packing away begins and soon, the rooms looks empty. Honestly, it really is quite sad. Almost like an end of an era.
However, a small buzz remains, thinking of what you’ll do next time and that, most definitely, there will be a next time.
But, for now, I think I’ll just be catching up with sleep.