So I did it. I bought a ticket to BlogHer 11.
I knew the conference was happening. I sort of wanted to go. But me? Nah. I’m too new. I can’t go. I can’t spend the money.
But sometimes the signs point you in a different direction.
There have been a few of them (and no, they’re not the BlogHer team doing a good job at marketing!). And one day I knew it: I want to go. I need to go. I’m meant to go.
So I’m going.
I’ve told my inner introvert to suck it up and I’ve agreed to room with 3 (possibly 4?) other women I’ve never met. This means no room of my own to escape to when I need a break. This means leaving any shyness at home and letting strangers see what I look like first thing in the morning. It might mean abandoning my usual hotel-room tradition of using the close-up mirrors to examine my pores and pluck my eyebrows. (But probably not.)
I’m also going to attend a Pathfinder day, where I’ll get to participate in a workshop with one of my idols on using your blog as a life changer.
The experience might be life-changing. It might be fun. I’m definitely going to learn something. So no matter the outcome it will be worth it.
I will find alone time when I need it. But I’m expecting to find a lot of other things I think I need more.
