I’m going to BlogHer this week. The mother of all blog conferences. Like a lot of BlogHer “Newbies” I’m feeling a wee bit stressed even though I’ve read many blogs filling me in on what I need to know before going to BlogHer. The logistics? The schedule? Will people be nice?
How am I supposed to get from Point A to Point B, and then back to Point A and then on to Point C, still looking fresh as a daisy and not going batty? Do I dress for the “night” in the morning, just in case there isn’t time to change? And what about all the stuff I’m shlepping? What’s a girl to do?!
Did I mention I don’t like crowds? Crowds make me dizzy and want to do bad things. All that pushing and shoving goes against my, uh, genteel nature. (Unless, of course, it’s Halloween. Then all the lady-like stuff goes out the window. You’ve been warned.)
What’s a girl to do?!
I will tell you what I tell myself: Take a deep breath. Everything will be okay. The weekend doesn’t need to be perfect to be great. And don’t expect to do everything. It’s just not humanly possible. No matter how much coffee and Twizzlers you’ve had.
Here’s what I’m looking forward to most:
Making new friends. I’m so excited to meet, IRL, so many I’ve connected with only online. I’m beyond excited to catch up with my tribe, the ladies of Midlife Boulevard, who continually inspire and raise the bar for me. I love you all, already. I can’t wait to meet my new friend and all around awesome Julie DeNeen who has given my blog a rockin’ facelift and has taught me that “No one looks as closely at things as you do” (Thank you, I’m so relieved!). And the adorable, funny and smart, Kim Bongiorno, for whom I would gladly follow her around and carry her tote-bag. There are so many more, too many to mention, who have rocked my world. You know who you are.
What you should know about me before going to BlogHer:
1)I’m a midlife blogger. There’s no getting around it. If you count the rings around my trunk you can plainly see for yourself. However, I have the heart, soul and nail-beds of a 30-year-old.
2)I can be a bit shy. Not the best character trait for a conference, I know. So if you see me, please come up and say “Hello.” Better yet, give me a hug. I’m a hugger. And the warmth it generates will make us both feel better. Seriously.
3)Tell me I look as good as my Facebook profile picture, if not better, and you’ll have a friend for life. Mention there’s “No way you have children that old!” and I’ll come visit you..wherever you live. I give great hostess gifts. Ask anyone.
4)This is my first business trip and only the second time I’ve flown by my lonesome in-oh, this is embarrassing-almost thirty years. I know, I know, it’s not the 1950’s anymore. I’m not the most relaxed flyer, but strangely I’m looking forward to the peace and quiet of a little “me time.” My family will, however, be taking a little detour themselves, all of them, on a plane, without me. The thought makes me catch my breath. But, I’m not going there. No, not going there. Nope, not one bit.
5)I’m slightly nearsighted and have very little working visual memory, so if I don’t recognize you immediately from your tiny Facebook or Twitter icon, please don’t take it personally. I’m flawed that way. (Please refer to #2)
6)I’m a cheap date. One glass of wine or cocktail is all I need. I can have fun wherever I am-I don’t need any encouragement. Besides, I don’t want to be known as “That girl who started the conga line” anymore. (You’re welcome, St. Tropez.)
7)I’m a hothouse flower. I will wilt in heat and humidity. My hair will do something quite amazing before your very eyes. Imagine Shrinky Dinks expanding and you get the picture. Don’t be afraid, I’m still the same person.
Putting all that aside, I need to bring my A Game. If anyone finds it…please let me know. It’s been missing for years.
See you in Chicago!