Hope My First Isn’t My Last
It’s still eight long months away, but I am already losing sleep over it. Big feelings of excitement, apprehension, anxiety. Will I have an experience as great as everyone else? Or will I feel lost amongst the veterans who already know what they are doing. Or maybe I will make new friends? OMG, what will I wear? I will have to go shopping. I had better start on the shoes now. They are super important. And I will need a new bag. Big, but not too big.
Will all of the women I admire and feel like I sort-of know but have never met be there?
What if I don’t get invited? To any parties, that is. Or even worse, what if I don’t have anyone to sit with? Or room with?
No, no, no, I’m being irrational. Surely that won’t happen. Maybe there is a lottery system for a roomie, you know, like they used to do for the freshman dorms in college. And how could I not have anyone to sit with in a room full of people?
It’s still eight months away, and despite my feelings of insecurity and smallness, I am more excited than I’ve been in a long time. I will be taking a trip on my own, sans husband and child. And not just any trip. Business or pleasure? Both, I hope. Because I have purchased my ticket, and there are no refunds. BlogHer 2011. My first bloggy conference ever, and hopefully not my last.