Confession: I'm addicted. Signs of my habit hang around my neck like a noose. Evidence is in my pockets, my tote bags, my calendar. My eyes have dark circles, and I'm distracted at work. It's true: I'm a conference junkie.It all started quite innocently. In my twenties, I attended maybe three or four conferences a year -- the Independent Sector gathering to meet colleagues; Renaissance Weekend for personal development and networking. I knew my habit had escalated from casual attendee to devotee, but until I sat down to write this, I didn't realize how my addiction had ballooned. I estimate that in 2010, I attended at least part of nearly 30 conferences. Maybe Lindsay Lohan and I can be roommates at Betty Ford?
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Author: Nancy Lublin
