I’m stepping out of my comfort zone this week and entering a world that I have never been before.
I’m attending BlogHer in Chicago.
BlogHer is one of the largest blogging conferences with more than 5,000 bloggers expected to be in attendance – mostly women. It’s three days of workshops, networking and parties to help writers become better bloggers.
And to say I’m nervous is an understatement.
I’m an outgoing person. I don’t think anyone would disagree with that – especially my mother. However, when it comes to professional conferences, I find myself shell shy. How do I talk to a room full of total strangers?
The beauty of blogging is that it is done in my sweatpants behind my computer while my children are sleeping. No one ever sees my face really or hears me speak. I’m able to edit myself when I go too far.
I completely lack that ability in conversation.
I usually get nervous and tell someone that they have a beautiful finger instead of a beautiful ring.
Once, I told someone that they had an adorable daughter when it was really their wife. Yes, I’m that girl.
But for three days I’m going to try to think before I speak – something Sister Ann told me (on a daily basis) when I was in the fifth grade.
I can’t make any promises — about not shoving my foot in my mouth, that is.
I’m also going to try to not feel guilty about leaving my family for days… by themselves.
As a parent, I always think it’s important to have time to ourselves. So why do we always feel guilty when we do it? Well, at least I do.
This is a totally selfish trip.
This is a trip to further my career and my interests.
I know in the end those things make you a better mother, but I can’t help but feel guilty for putting myself first for a few days.
With all these random thoughts, I’m still excited to go.
I’m excited to learn, meet and experience this all for myself. And, maybe, I’ll be filled with guilt, but I know that in the end I’m showing my kids how to do things for themselves and go after what you want in life.
I’m also showing them how to order pizza when their mom is away and dad doesn’t want to cook…
You know, the important lessons in life.