I’m having some sort of mid-life limbo identity inferiority complex with my blog right now.
And I’m going to put it out there for all of you.
As you know, Blogher is fast approaching. 3 days. Holy SHIT!!!
So many of you are having breakdowns over what to wear. What shoes to bring. What products to pack. What luggage to bring. What bag to put your swag in.
I’m fine on all of that. Whatever. I don’t care. It all seems so silly.
I’m pretty. I have great hair. I have great taste. I can make a paper bag look stylish with the right accessories and shoes. Although, it has to be an extra large paper bag, but still. I’m not there to impress anyone with my looks.
Now that I’ve figured out what parties to go to.
And my sessions have been chosen.
My real insecurity has come blazing forward, guns drawn…
My blog.
It’s my biggest insecurity.
I talk a big fucking talk. Oh yeah. I’m proud of some of my posts. And I think I have a kick ass blog name.
But really.
I’m feeling intimidated. And overwhelmed. Not in an OverwhelmHer type way, either.
In a what the fuck am I doing going to Blogher, type way.
Is my blog really worthy enough?
Do I really have anything to say?
Do I write well enough?
Am I interesting? Funny?
Do people really like me or am I being humored?
I’m trying to change my thought process into…I’m going so I can finally meet my friends, IN REAL LIFE.
I’m trying to lessen the fact that one of the reasons for Blogher is, I’m making this trip so I can promote my blog.
Because that is THE ONLY THING that is really.
Truly.
Scaring the piss out of me.
Because, when it comes down to it…
It really doesn’t matter what you brought with you to wear to Blogher.
Or how many pairs of stilettos or flats.
It doesn’t matter what color your little dress is.
It doesn’t really matter what swag you passed out or received.
Or even really who sponsored you.
Because, when it’s all over.
And we’ve exchanged our cards.
And we’ve poked with our Pokens.
And we’ve bumped our iPhones.
We’ve hugged. Kissed.
We’ve boarded our planes, trains, cars…
headed home with our hangovers and giggles.
We’re back to basics.
Writing posts.
Desperately twittering to remind people that we have a new post, because we didn’t get enough comments for our comment whore-ish liking.
Trying to reach out to our new blog friends.
Visiting our established friends blogs.
Trying to find our place in this hugely cut-throat competitive and drama ridden Mommy Blogosphere.
And I really wonder, aside from my love of writing.
Do I have what it takes to keep my new and old friends interested in hanging out with me and my blog?
There you have it.
Legs spread wide open for my pap smear and I didn’t shave the bush.
Hit publish.
Melissa.. you have outdone yourself..
Goodness I love you..
and it the reason I have been reading you ..and will continue to read you even after blogher. because you are just awesome.. xoxo
I don’t even have kids and I enjoy your blog. You are going to rock out at the Blogher conference. Remember, things are usually worse than they really are. So when you go to Blogher just be yourself and don’t worry about your blog.
So take a deep breath, try and stop freaking out, and have a good time at the conference.
Oh lordy, do I understand this…and I’m not even going to BlogHer (dammit!)!!! As an answer to all your questions: YES.
As for “Desperately twittering to remind people that we have a new post, because we didn’t get enough comments for our comment whore-ish liking.” LOL! And SO true!
I loved this.
Love you!
(And your blog, you attention-whore you! :D)
I don’t think you have anything to worry about! I’m sure people love your blog because you are a darn good writer no matter what you’re writing about. So, how could they not like your blog! Not only are you right on, but your damn funny writing it.
Have fun at BlogHer. I’m not going. Maybe next year? You’ll have to write about it and let us know how it went.
You’re hilarious. I’m here! I’m following.
Dang…. that was funny….
Guess I better comment so the #commentwhore doesn’t get mad at me 🙂
Sandy
ROFL…. I can totally relate. I often read and re-read my post wondering what Miss Top 10 Blog Author would think if Hell froze over and she actually stopped by to read me blog. Sometimes at the end of the day I wonder WTF? how come I didn’t get many comments?!? Gee, I thouht that post was really good or extremely funny post. Maybe it has something to do with the moon cycles.
Sadly, I am the girl with BlogHer envy this year. Take notes so you can coach me for next year.
you will be fine, however, I dont know what you are going to do with the makeup compact!! I need to give you a lesson before you go! possibly tomorrow??
I want to go to BlogHer someday because I want to meet the wonderful people who write the blogs I love, and that includes you my dear!!!! Have fun and come back prepared to tell me all about it! Maybe someday BlogHer will be within driving distance of me and I can go.l
I so get how you feel. I’m going to be the only one who’s NOT a mom in our own little flock of people. I don’t think my blog is anything special. I just can’t wait to meet you guys!
Holy shit! Is that what Blogher is about. I’m so f’d!
Are you SUPPOSED to shave your bush before exam?
Shit!
Nobody tells me anything!
You- are great. As is your blog. Deep breaths, you’ll be great. Smile and have fun for us!
You have a kick-ass blog…You have a kick-ass blog…You have a kick-ass blog…
That is all!
I love your blog…your writing style…honesty…and humor! But I understand your concern about your blog…I have the same thoughts about my blog. Wish I was going to BlogHer so I could meet up with you in person. Until then, I’ll continue reading.
Don’t worry about it — you’re fabulous!
I can’t wait to hug you! It has been like nearly 2 years of reading each other, no?
Yes. You do. You are real. You put it out there. You are fun and funny. Honey, please own it. You have to own it. You are just as good, if not better, than anyone else that is out there. I promise. I don’t humor anyone. It is not in my nature. I am totally blunt, and I mean what I say. Your blog is worth it.
I cannot WAIT to meet you, seriously, you always lay it right out there, and you’re always reading my mind. I also wonder all the time what the HELL I’m doing going to Chicago, especially since I’m thinking that my blog lately sucketh big time. I don’t know where my blogging mojo has gone; isn’t it absolute wonderful timing? Just when I”m about to hand out 200 cards to tell people to come and visit mediocrity? It pains me, and I want my mojo back.
I hope some of you awesomeness rubs off on me in a couple of days, hon!
xoxo
yeah…your blog sucks. youre boring. youre a shitty writer. nobody likes you. and dont flatter yourself; miss egotistical bitch…cuz you have no fashion sense and your hair isnt all that pretty either. (well, at least not as pretty as my gorgeous locks!)
http://loriments.blogspot.com/2009/07/q-what-do-you-get-when-you-cross-david.html
if you want people to like you…bring some razors and have a “shaving your bush” party.
have fun at blogher; you stupid bitch!
p.s. i looooooooove you! 🙂
You are a genius. That is exactly what my fear is… I feel like I’m a poser and will be unmasked.
You are fabulous, and have always been fabulous.
It’s like you’re crawling around up inside my brain! LOL I feel the exact same way (I may have even mentioned a pap in my last entry)
This is my first time visiting your blog (found you through twitter). I’ll be back!!
You got it right on – at the end of the day – we’ll come back to our own homes, to our computers – and we will write – Clearly you’ve got a whole lotta love coming your way – looking forward to meeting you!
I think you said what SO many are thinking but don’t want to ‘say out loud’.
I KNOW that’s exactly how I’d be feeling if I were going.