Trying to explain what a blog is to people who don’t blog, is perhaps one of the most difficult tasks. Trying to explain to people what Blogher is like even if they do have a blog can be overwhelming.
I’m not even going to try, because after spending most of my adult life and retirement savings in the San Francisco airport yesterday as I watched flight after flight get cancelled (two of them mine) and flight after flight bump back an hour, two hours, three hours..(one of them mine) I don’t have the minutes or mouila left in my life to explain to you what Blogher is.
But you should go. Really. And take your card, even if you made it yourself.
Every single person there had a completely different experience than I did, but as I cruise the blogosphere today (not yesterday while I was trapped at SFO with wireless at 10 dollars an hour-uh no) and read account after account of people’s experiences I see post after post by people who had powerful, moving experiences at Blogher. Some of them happened during sessions, some of them happened during breaks, some of them happened in the lobby, out on the street and some of them just happened within.
I always come away from Blogher inspired. I want to write better, do more, live fuller. And I want to walk into a room of like minded women and leave that room, full of ambition to change things. To leave the world more hope-full.
I choose the blogs I read, and the friends I keep (in a little bag in my purse for when I need them) on how they make me feel. I no longer have the time in my life for highschool drama. It is so draining. I think you will find negativity anywhere you go. I chose the blogher sessions I went to based on how I feel about blogging.
Kelli knits during one of the sessions
I want to blog beautiful, I want to leave the world a better place, I want my boys to have a record of how I feel about them, their dad, the leaking Burrow and their world. I want them to have a record of how I enjoy being a grown up and talking to people who understand not only why I blog but why I continue and what I gain from the experience but how also how I missed those chubby, grubby warm bodies every minute I was away from them and how it almost broke me when we arrived at the airport early only to find our flight had been cancelled and that I was hours and even more hours from seeing them then I thought I was.
I cried. And it wasn’t beautiful. Because, Hello! Help me out here, I just want to get home to my babies!
But sit in the airport we did, me and my best friend, the father of those two boys, who has talked me down off a ledge or two, who spent Saturday night pep talking me into going to the cocktail party even though Marilyn had left and Kelli was in her hotel room with a teething one year old and I don’t knnooooow anyooone! I just want to go home!
And then leaving the cocktail party with me after I managed to talk to two women then coming back with me when I came to my senses and realized that he was right, just walk up to someone and say. “hey so, what’s your blog about!” And only that one person ran away! But she and she? The talked to me. And finally Kelli came back to the book signing (hai! a whole other post!) And I realized I could do this. And I should do this, because these woman? some of them are probably just as freaked out as I am about leaving the house! wearing unstained clothes, talking to other adults, (hundreds of them) all of whom had heard of a blog before ten minutes ago.
Rita Arens editor of Sleep is for the Weak, and Kelli, contributor.
And as I was talking to other adult woman all of whom have done some amazing things, I realized that my purpose at this Blogher was to go out and let my small corner of the blogosphere know about all the stuff that goes on at these conferences. There is some drama, but you can find that in any bathroom of any hotel ever, and there is some unhappiness, but I think you often find that that baggage comes with someone and isn’t necessarily created.
My job is to tell you about the hope and the vision for our future that I saw at this conference. Authors, Mothers, entrepreneurs all in one room working toward the future together. Toward a greener, more equal, more beautiful tomorrow full of hope for us and our children. That is what Blogher was all about for me.
Finding the Beauty.
And I found that beauty in so many people and so many moments. Like that moment when our 11am scheduled flight finally arrived at 6pm. As the plane pulled into the terminal the waiting throngs stood up and cheered. They could have thrown things, they could have lost their tempers..but they cheered.
And it was beautiful.
It took me all day to write this entry, because living life to the fullest sometimes means stepping away from the computer to actually play with those little boys I’ve been missing, and it means rocking a slightly stressed two year old on you lap for an hour while typing..I’ll take it.