BlogHer ’11 withdrawal — very real, very serious.
Since returning from San Diego, and the BlogHer ’11 convention, I’m struggling to function.
I found myself walking in circles this morning in my living room, looking for the pavilion that would have breakfast waiting for me. I never found it.
I’m sad… because I know there were hundreds of people I didn’t get a chance to meet at the convention. Today, at my house… I met zero.
I gave the mailman my business card. He smiled at me and gave it back.
I wanted to write a blog post last night, but I felt slushy, foggy, and blocked. I raised my hand thinking the panel of speakers might be able to help me. My hand went numb waiting for the mic wrangler that never came.
My three year old keeps wanting to play with my badge, but I WILL NOT TAKE IT OFF.
At the playground, I got the distinct feeling that no one was there to learn. In fact, it seemed as if most people felt they knew it all.
I want to decorate all the little paper bags in my home.
No one has asked me where I blog, or what my Twitter username is for over 24 hours! I’m beginning to think that people don’t care.
I don’t know how to function in this post BlogHer world.
I have the shakes. I’m getting all twitchy, and if a bunch of people don’t come over and start using phrases like, women in media, blog post, and authentic voice, I’m going to lose it.
I’m having withdrawal… and it feels serious.
I went to the grocery store…
and no one was hugging each other.
Who wants to live in a world like that?