nine lessons I learned at #blogher14

I guess should probably talk about Blogher. I feel like it's probably a good time to reflect on my brief experience and kind of share with you how it went. I got the networking/expo pass only instead of the entire conference pass because it was kind of a last minute decision to go and I didn't want to regret passing up the opportunity to step outside my comfort zone. And to see Rev Run, I mean, duh. I planned on going to the Thursday and Friday night festivities but I ended up with a sick boy and then a husband who had his own plans. We compromised and I'd go all day Saturday, getting the most I could from one day of the experience. 

Let's start out with the fact that I was a bit nervous to go. I didn't know anyone there. Well, I knew a few people who'd be there (that I'd never actually met in real life) but I didn't have that one person or group that I knew could be my comfort zone. This was good. I was nervous and it was good. I put myself out there on Facebook and Instagram, letting everyone know I was a scared little mouse and would be all by my lonesome and people reached out. 

Lesson 1: Letting yourself be vulnerable and allowing others to see it will open doors of connection. 

I wouldn't consider myself a particularly self conscious person but holy Bing Crosby did I have problems figuring out what to wear. On top of my usual "what will the weather be like" and "what will I be doing in this outfit" dilemmas I go back and forth on while dressing for anything in general, now I was all like, "who am I going to be today?" and "do people even care?" or "will I look like I'm trying too hard if I dress up much?" and more importantly, "what would Rev Run wear?". I felt like I was going on a first date with someone I'd stalked on the internet for an extended period of time. Before leaving I changed my outfit no less than 5.2 times.  I've built up this online version of myself wanted to be what was expected of me. 

And then I mentally bitch-slapped myself. I chose to be comfortable. I'm probably most myself when my feet aren't sushi-rolled into a pair of heels. 

Lesson 2: Don't try to be what you think others will expect or want. 


Lesson 3: In almost every situation ever, flats are obviously the best choice. 


Lesson 4: Good thing you don't have to ever do any more first dates.
When I got there I met up with a new friend and headed to the expo hall. Brands and brands and brands galore. I was definitely out of my element. If you read this blog, I don't do a whole lot with brands. It's just not who I am. As a human, I was generally interested in a few of the booths and the products and could possibly talk about them in the future but I didn't really want to form relationships with most of the brands. If I feel like telling my readers about a product, I'd rather not be getting paid to do it. I'm not knocking anyone who does it and I've dabbled in it in the past but it just really isn't my thing. It's got to be something really special for me to put out there. Quality, not quantity.

What the expo experience did for me is reinforce who I already was and the direction I was already going. It made me confident in my blog and how it is an accurate representation of who I am. 

Lesson 5: It really isn't about the stuff. 

After the expo I realized I was on the brink of passing out. I'd had barely enough food for the day and good lord, talking to people is exhausting. I grabbed dinner at the hotel bar with my new friend and we chatted about life, the good and the bad. Stomach and heart; full.

Lesson 6: Food is good.

After dinner started the drinks. A random champagne cocktail party in the hall was probably one of the more eventful parts of the evening, lots of giggling and inappropriate jokes. I was finally starting to get into the swing of this blog conference thing. The party moved outside to the official closing party sponsored by McDonalds. I really avoid McDonalds like the plague. (I mean, I'll kill some In 'N Out) I'm not about Mickey D's. I give you this information because immediately after entering the party I got myself a beer and then got in line for a cheeseburger happy meal. I have no idea the last time I've had McDonalds. And the burger looked so gross. But I knew I'd have a few more drinks that night and you know. lesson number 5 up there; food is good.

The rest of the closing party included drinking, the courage to socialize with literally just anyone standing there, and then a little Rev Run action which was actually extremely angering. He'd play a OMGTHISISMYJAM, shout "This is the remix!" into the microphone, randomly rap to ONE verse of said song, and then immediately switch to a slower, less good song. I'd like to issue a formal complaint.:

Dear Rev,
Although you are an extremely accomplished musician and entertainer, your choice of musical stylings for the evening was infuriating. I'm sure your remixed version of all of these 80's songs is actually spectacular but I very much prefer the non-remixed version of most songs in general. Next time we meet I'd actually love to hear your full rendition of Brass Monkey, not just the first verse accompanied by horns and record skips.

Lesson 7: I shouldn't have had that happy meal.

After that party I ended up dancing my legs off at a hotel bar with a few of my absolute favorite people in the blogging world. I was trapped in this constant mind battle of - "I feel like I've known these people forever. These are my people." and "it sucks some of the coolest people I know all live in my computer."

This part of the night, just everyone dancing free and fun (to some really crappy house music...what was it with bad music?!) was probably my favorite part of the whole experience. How all these people from all over the country can come together and just fucking dance and laugh and cheers and dance some more. 

Lesson 8: Sometimes the only thing you can do is just completely let go of the reins, have a strong drink and dance your stupid head off. 

I leave you with a G+ edited photo, one of only a few I took that day. There's Spike, the DJ. His hair was stiff, his cologne scent was quite pungent and his musical stylings were rhythmically confusing but he taught me my final lesson of the day.

Lesson 9: Even when the music is bad and you feel really awkward because you totally just did the stanky leg in a circle of strangers, just keep dancing. 

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