This. Should. Be. Interesting.
Later in the month I am going to attend my very first Conference that’s all for me! (BlogHer13) in Chicago.
I will not be a ‘plus-one’.
I’ve been to hundreds of conferences in my life (with the Hubby), shaken enough hands to be a world class glad-hander, kissed enough cheeks to charge, and drunk enough martini’s to… well you get the point.
But this, this, is going to be about me: Meeting like-minded bloggers, finally hearing the audible voices of some of my ‘peeps’, maybe picking up a little swag, honing my ‘craft’ at break-out sessions, and networking to grow my ‘brand’.
Of course, I would actually need a ‘brand’ to do that.
So, here I go, walking into, yet again, another party (that I don’t feel I have a legitimate invite too, which is stupid because I do- REALLY), sashaying around like I own the joint, chatting-it-up like a late night talk show host, punting into ‘photo-ops’, and promising myself I will survive, and thrive, and even have a good time.
Problem is that I’m twisted up in knots: Will the bloggers I really enjoy disappoint? Will I not be what they thought? Will I be the unpopular girl at the back of the room? (nah- that won’t happen).
So instead of feeling twisted, last night I decided to commandeer my kitchen, bake up a storm, liberally salt, and eat the knots away.
I wonder what Freud would say about that?
I great way to untie your knots.