Many of you asked me to share what I learned this weekend at BlogHer12 in NYC.
Mostly, I learned that my blog-friends are nuts in the very best way possible.
I also learned that I could do more here, in my little blog, to make you all happier to come here and me look a bit smarterer.
Being that I have been anonymous all this time, it was interesting to see/hear people’s reactions when we finally met. I was a little nervous about pulling back the curtain, but it felt really freeing. At one session I attended, I stood to ask a question and introduced myself to a room full of people.
It felt great.
I was proud to be associated with my name, my blog and body of work.
I felt the support of everyone in the room to be myself. I can’t articulate what that means.
I’m close to getting shmoopy, so let me stop there, and just tell you a few more things I learned this weekend at BlogHer12:
1. I leave a lasting impression on everyone I meet.
Not only did we meet by then. We met THREE TIMES and hugged at least twice.
@TheSuniverse makes my heart sing. We also got married via Twitter. Which I think is totally legit.
2. If you are tall & Day-Glo white, you will make many friends simply based on the fact that you’re super easy to find in dark, crowded rooms.
3. Little stools in photo booths are DANGEROUS, man. So are bewigged women.
That is MotherhoodWTF?, Underachiever’s Guide to Being a Domestic Goddess, NinjaMom, Robin O’Bryant, me & the cleverly hidden People I Want to Punch in the Throat in a tiny photo booth where I may or may not have fallen to my near-death while the camera live-streamed the incident on a large screen to everyone at the Come As You Are party.
4. It is possible to learn while laughing. The sessions I went to had me both scribbling notes down like crazy, and wiping my tears of laughter.
5. Angry Birds are EVERYWHERE, and shall not be messed with. Especially while traveling in gangs.
Seriously. We (The Bearded Iris, me, MotherhoodWTF?, & NinjaMom) are very badass. We will cut a bitch.
6. If you are an anonymous blogger and pounce on people whose name tags you read before they got a chance to read your name tag, there will be some uncomfortable moments and possibly the dialing of 911 until you explain yourself.
7. Sleep is for sissies.
8. If you buy adorable new super-comfy shoes for a blogging conference and they break within minutes of arrival, just look around: There might be a Duck Tape booth right in front of you where you can repair the shoe and get on wit yo bad self.
9. Having a photo of yourself show up on Twitter after years of anonymous blogging isn’t the worst thing in the world. Almost pooping in an elevator full of people is.
(More on that story later…)
Oddly enough, I was not overwhelmed by a sea of 5,000 bloggers, writers, sponsors & staff this weekend. I felt nourished, involved, a part of something. I felt like I was in the right place, learning what I needed to.
This weekend brought me the opportunity to meet so many wonderful people.
I got to essentially live for 4 days with my writing wife NinjaMom, who normally has the audacity to stay 650 miles away from me at all times.
I got to learn more about how to improve upon both my blogging and my non-blogging writing careers.
I got to let people see in person what all the fuss I make about Britely is for. So many bloggers came out of the kiosk saying “Oooohhh…..NOW I get it!”
I had the crazy experience for the first time of someone coming up to me and telling me they are a fan of my blog. More than once. I even hit one of them because she passed me a note. And because I am a fan of hers. (!!!) This feels so good it should be illegal.
I got to dance & laugh & sing & eat & read & share & spend countless hours sitting in the hotel lounge with about 20 interesting, funny, friendly women so we could get to know one another on a deeper level. And talk about shit, balls, vaginas & the weather.
I got to make myself a priority for a weekend.
I got to see all the places I could go.
And they look pretty amazing.