This past weekend I went to my first blogger conference. I set off from Raleigh at 8:30 on Friday, full of nervous anticipation and excitement (and also apparently pee or so my three pit stops in an hour would suggest) I had an ETA of 1:30 and I promptly arrived...at 4:45. For all the f@&ks sake, get it together 95. Once there, I was warmly welcomed by everyone and immediately my nerves began to calm down as I settled into my room and waited for my infamous roomie, the one Amy "f@cking" Mayo to arrive. (I may have bided my time with mustache selfies.)
I could go into numerous rambling details about this experience but I will mainly let my pictures do the talking (for that very reason) I will just emphasize that I made the best possible decision by attending blog U. I ascertained much more than I had anticipated and the ideas I had going into this weekend were solidified by this group of women. I think I discovered that the only things that have been holding me back are my own fears and self doubts. I need to kick them in the bum and get to getting.
The other main thing I will take away from this conference is that in blog land, I am not as short as real world land. This is a big deal. and also, bipolar is apparently more common in bloggy world. Who in the hades knew this, as I sure as heck didn't. It is like I am all of the sudden "normal". I am trying to coming to grips with this knowledge. I heart it all kinds of hard.
I cannot thank the ladies enough for putting this shindig together and the amount of work that went into the whole process. I just have one suggestion...step stools for the beds next year. Once I was in bed, I was there till the morning light for fear I could never get back up;) And I am most excited about a burgeoning bestieship with the wonderful Megan from Fashionista Momma. I have a plethora of other stories I could share...but you will nod off. If we shared laughs, you know who you are! Wine. And makeup.
Mainly I am just sad for everyone that I "bailed" out of Retro Prom before they played "I like big butts". Because this rump was made for shaking. Such a crying shame.
and as a last side note, thanks to the mister for sending me on this and trusting that it was a game changer for me. He flew to Boston on Thursday and left me with his car to drive. He got a fresh oil change, filled it with gas and had the tire pressure checked. it's the little things. (well, I mean, in case he reads this, big things are still welcomed. Don't get any ideas)