This isn’t a hate post. Or a love letter.
I had extraordinary highs. Like meeting Pundit Mom and discussing a guest post for the Mothers of Intention section of her blog. (swoon) Or inviting someone to lunch and realizing five minutes later that it’s Kamy Wicoff a co-founder of She Writes whose one passion and site reminds me of my love for writing.
Or seeing my posts, WARNING: Don’t Read If You Quit Smoking Yesterday and Prayer Changes Me And Even The Atheists Say Hallelujah, in the form of art done by Mighty Girl and The Modern Hive, respectively, and will be auctioned off for charity.
And the bright side of my low (which I’ll get to) is that it happened on Thursday night. I could only go up from there!
On Thursday at about 10 p.m., I stood up in the People’s Party and walked to the elevator as tears of not belonging and wondering why I came streamed down my face. A mix between feeling terminally unique and the struggle of writing humor without curse words, being liberal and God-happy, having wildly shocking stories without having tattooed them on my body. The pressure of having to prove myself as important.
Luckily, almost everyone I met at BlogHer or follow on Twitter cried! (Oh wait, FEEL BETTER!) And I’m grateful to my husband, F*ck Yeah, Motherhood, Pretty All True, and Coffees & Commutes for listening at various times. (Note: Pretty All True had to comfort me through DMs. She was not in attendance. And grateful even before my rant.)
And after that, I stopped trying to be important and started trying to just be.
Some practical insights:
- Wear whatever you want and feel comfortable in
- Hang with people you want to hang with as long as they want to hang with you (or at least have no choice)
- Clip your paraphernalia to your card so you don’t have to do a double-handoff
- Introduce yourself to everyone at the table because you may find out you’re sitting with PhD in Parenting, The Feminist Breeder, Mooshinindy, and Alitable (and realize you didn’t mention that you WILL be at the session Annie is speaking at as well as the one The Bloggess is presenting at even though you only mentioned The Bloggess’ talk at the table and they are talking at the same time and now you feel awkward and you try and fix it by making a really loud entrance during her session and maybe including a sign that says: I’m here. And I would be here even if I hadn’t sat with you.)
Some not-practical insights:
- Wearing a sash that says Housewife on it will get your more dirty looks from blogger than New Yorkers
- Only three times were the cardboard cutouts of people are better than the real versions
- Be nice no matter how big or small the blogger is (even though the bigger bloggers may assume you are a climber and the little blogger may assume that you are not climbable enough and both may blow you off in succession. mostly they will say hi and appreciate kindness. or be talked about behind their backs.)
- The Next Martha and I did not sing to No Points For Style but I did give her a snuggle.
- If you like dancing, find Sarahcasm.
I have pictures to back up most of these statements and I have more amazing bloggy friends to tell you about, but my bed is calling my name. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get my flickr stream presentable and get some more shout-outs together. Or maybe you will just be happy when I stop blogging.
About the conference.
I won’t stop blogging.
Except for Wednesdays.
I’m taking those off. At least this week. And probably forever. See you tomorrow. Please someone stop me from typing.
If you want Late Enough swag, let me know. I’ll mail you whatever you’d like. Also, I’m starting a sticker campaign inspired by Bad Mommy Moments. If you want to get a picture up and a story told, put the sticker in the funniest or most meaning place for you. Take a picture and tell me why. You will be blogged. By me. Does this even make sense?