The second outing of the snark-free, consensual hallucination known as XOXO took place two weekends ago in its permanent spiritual home, Portland, Oregon. Portlandia famously jokes that Portland is where young people go to retire. But that's only funny if one believes that work has to be a thing other than and separate from your own true self and in which you cannot be fulfilled. People reading this blog know intuitively or from practical experience that's not necessarily true.
I fell in love with the event last year, and renewed my vows this year. It was exhausting and exhilarating, and I don't regret falling in love all over again. I tried to explain last year why this event was meaningful to people who didn't attend; let me try again with an amazing year between under my belt that I owe in part to attending in 2012.