I have no idea how I’m going to get there: but I’m going.

I’m so excited. Last week the @radicalrecruit laid down the gauntlet and challenged the twitter community to a 100 tweet contest: the prize- free #trulondon unconference admission. After 24 hours of mad tweeting, I exceeded the 100 tweet quest and increased my follower base in so doing.

What blows my mind about this is that I was afraid that if I attempted to tweet 100 times in one day, my followers would leave me in droves. Since I’m a fan of irony, I was more than pleased to increase my base and bag the contest.

When my job search buddy @BenjaminMcCall learned that I won, he tweeted the question, “Are you going to #trulondon?” to which I replied, “Yeah, I’m going to #trulondon. I wonder how long it will take me to hitchhike from Ohio?” I’m so elated, because I love to win contests, and it isn’t often that I do. My sense of elation will probably deflate when I investigate the cost of airfare and a hotel stay. Let’s see, I’m a baby boomer, so I’m probably too old to stay in a youth hostel. But, as my father used to say, “No guts, no glory.”

I have a dream. I want to be a recruiter (again). I want to move to London. If I don’t raise the funds to attend this conference and network in the UK, chances are I’ll do neither. That isn’t an option. I don’t know where the money to attend will come from, but I do know this. If I do what I love, the money will follow (which is the title of a book I read 10 years ago). It’s what I believe, and it’s what I know.

So as I do the required research to make this dream come true, I also have to do my homework, create a budget, and be resourceful. Since I’m in transition, it won’t be easy. Maybe I’ll have a bake sale, or have a car wash? Maybe I’ll find a sponsor. Who knows. All I know is this: if there’s a will there’s a way, and I’m going. Let me say this one more time: I’M GOING TO #TRULONDON. WOOT.