I wasn’t.
It’s no secret that I hated BlogHer, that I left early, that I didn’t….fit in.
It’s true. I didn’t want to admit that, I didn’t want to be upset by it. I want to move on. But I can’t write anything until I write this post. Nothing else will come to mind.
So I vowed to change, to be more likable, to be less me. Smile more, chat more, pretend to be interested more.
And then I know if I do that, I would never write again. Not. A. Single. Word.
To realize that I was a NOT- not ‘part’ of the group, not invited when other bloggers I knew got together, not in the right place- cut me to the core.
Where does that leave me? The same place I have always been. On the outside looking in, on the periphery.
There are people that I finally got to meet in NY that I loved, and will go out of my way to meet again. Others I had been dying to meet, but a few seconds with them was more than I needed to realize that they were not for me.
I couldn’t find my mojo, my verve, my awesomeness.
This is the part where I vow never to set foot in BlogHer again. Except I can’t. Cause I might.
I’m hardcore like that.

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