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BlogHer in Snippets

August 8th, 2011

Back from BlogHer yesterday afternoon. I am putting my brain and heart back together. There are only memory blasts for today…

 

The First Night:
Overly large suitcase bumping down the stairs. Stiletto heels poking through canvas. Lane-changing drive to the hotel; horns honking, tires squealing, head bopping. Running to dinner in new shoes, wobbling on pavement. Spicy food, instant friends. Fire pit cruise, sitting on lounge chairs, quiet talk, home by 2AM.

 

The Day Before the Day:
Blearily, but with a song in my heart, attended Women Create Media and surrendered to mountainous tears as BrenĂ© Brown talked about self-acceptance and validation, saying, “Take out a piece of paper and a pen. Make a list of the people whose opinions really matter to you. Forget the rest.”

 

The Truck of Doom:
Walking eyes-half-closed from the convention center to the hotel at the end of the second day. A “Hi San Diego Momma!” roused me out of my catatonia. I look up. There’s a Mack truck 10 feet from my face. Thanks rousing voice.

 

The Serenity Suite:
My volunteer time started at 3. I stayed until 5 with feet on the couch and words on my lips. There were cake pops, pillows, babies, and conversation I couldn’t stand to leave.

 

The Lunch:
Fresh organic tomatoes and peaches and fragrant, textural cheeses; on-site cured meats and perfectly seared Ahi tuna, and not least of all, crusty, nubby breads. Most amazingly: Inspiring women, soul talking, remembering why I’m here.

 

The Dinner:
A perfect crowd of writers, and soul searchers, and authenticeers gathered for heart-to-heart time and mutual (and newfound) admiration. And there were many sublime edibles. Again.

 

The Flip-Flops:
Neon green rubber. Abandoned heels. Relative cloud walking.

 

The 2AM Meet:
Walking through the lobby with tired heels and rambling mind. Find beloved friends, and make new ones with hours to spare before BlogHer is over for 2011.

 

The Breakfast:
Deep-talking meeting with a longtime blogger love who cuts through crap and makes things clear. Her book comes out in October. She’s an inspirer.

 

And for now, that’s all I got. But there were also glow sticks and McDonald’s at midnight and rooftop terraces, and gut laughter, and revelations, and commas. Lots and lots of commas.

 

On August 8th, 2011, Trish said:

It was a great time and I cannot believe I didn’t go out of my way to meet you! Just SO MUCH to do.

On August 8th, 2011, The Sweetest said:

Those edibles were sublime. Loved meeting you.

On August 8th, 2011, christy said:

So bummed I didn’t end up meeting you! But glad you and Chrisy got to meet up! Next time, for sure. Wasn’t it just lovely!?

On August 8th, 2011, SurferWife said:

I love you. I really, really do, Deb. Like to the point that I feel like I can’t express it correctly to you.

But I think you know that.

On August 8th, 2011, Jenn @ Juggling Life said:

I am actually dreaming of the lunch right now. The company wasn’t bad either!

On August 8th, 2011, Morgan B. said:

What a whirlwind it all was. So grateful to have spent a chunk of it with you. xo

On August 9th, 2011, tracy@sellabitmum said:

Our 2am chat was one of my favorite parts. It completed my BlogHer experience. You are amazing. xoxo

On August 9th, 2011, Chrisy said:

YOU are the one who inspires, Deb. I love meeting people IRL when they’re as wonderful as I’d hoped and anticipated. The real life you blew through the roof in my expectation house, like the elevator in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. xo

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