I’ve put off writing about BlogHer15 not because I didn’t enjoy myself, or because I have nothing to say.
I’m not quite sure how to articulate what led me to BlogHer this year.
Professionally, this past school year has been a whirlwind. A few months into my second year of teaching, I was asked to change my schedule and take over a college-level writing course. I struggle with change, and having a change happen so quickly– over the 2 weeks of Winter Break– was difficult for me. I went from 2 junior classes I loved dearly to 2 classes of reluctant seniors. It all worked out in the end, but it was hard. Add visits to specialists, leaving my childhood behind and moving in with V, and planning a wedding, not to mention unexpected popularity with Gay Bride Guide, and I was left in a bit of a state of disarray.
My blogging suffered.
It was announced that BlogHer15 was in NYC, 45 minutes from home, around the same time that I was told I needed to take an additional graduate level English course in order to keep teaching my college-level writing course next school year. I justified attending BlogHer15 by my sudden renewed identity as a student, and thus being able to technically purchase a student ticket.
Still, I wasn’t convinced I should go to BlogHer.
While I enjoyed spending time with a friend last time BlogHer was in NYC, commuting back and forth was draining. So, I posted a Facebook status on a whim, and Sarah became my BlogHer15 roommate.
Then, a few months went by, and I was offered the position of teaching summer school. My bank account has been feeling the effects of saving for a wedding only a few months away, and I immediately said yes. Only moments later did I recognize that I wasn’t allowed to be absent.
For the entire month of July.
So, I thought about it. I rationalized that my student ticket still paid for itself with celebrations Friday and Saturday nights, as well as a session or two and meals on Saturday. I’d still go to BlogHer.
Then I remembered I was struggling to blog regularly.
I took a breath, and committed to blogging once a week. That failed.
Then, once July began, I forced myself to blog daily. i began to feel less like a fraud.
On the Wednesday before BlogHer, I was at the hairdresser, sending Elisa pics of my haircut process (my BlogHer tradition!), when my phone rang. I didn’t see the missed calls until after my hair was done.
My life changed in an instant.
Without going into details, life happened. I called out of summer school for 2 days. I tried to figure out how to send my roommate my share of the hotel room. I accepted I’d lose the cost of the BlogHer ticket.
Then, life turned around, again, and I was told by my family and V to still go to BlogHer on Friday afternoon.
So, I went. I felt fragile. I didn’t want to talk to anyone but the man serving desserts.
And my tribe found me and took care of me the rest of the weekend.
Forget tech talk. Forget learning things. Forget networking.
For me, BlogHer is the high school reunion I actually want to go to. I’ve never been more grateful for my tribe.
Alexandra of Good Day, Regular People
Sarah of This-Here-Now
Lizz of Am I A Funny Girl?
Deborah of Peaches and Coconuts and VillageQ
Tabatha of So Tabulous and Turn Right at Lake Michigan
Jasmine of Just Jasmine
Katie of KTMade
Vikki of Up Popped a Fox and VillageQ
Laurie of Laurie Writes
Susan of (Well, I knew her initially as Mama NonGrata, but she’s cooler now) SusanLGoldberg.com
Dresden of Creating Motherhood
Elisa, who co-founded BlogHer