It's amazing how one little tweet can bring up a time of self-inspection.
Yup, that's the tweet.
For the record. I'm actually quite the outgoing, social butterfly. Until you put me in a giant room, with a hundreds of people who I don't know, far away from home. Yeah, then I shut down. Sensory overload? Yep. My introverted side kicks into high gear and it takes all I have not to run out the doors and sequester myself in the nearest coffee shop/bookstore.
To be honest? Even blogger meet-ups terrify me!
I say that having only been to one. It was a trip up to DC to meet with several healthy-living bloggers. It was also the weekend after the Cherry Blossom Festival, so I dragged my Italian up there to explore.
When Anne from FANNEtasticFood e-mailed out the invite, I responded with a resounding yes and said:
I'll be there! I'm totally excited (and completely nervous . . . silly!) about it!It was true, I was totally excited to meet all the bloggers. But I was terrified!
- What if they don't like me?
- I'm not even from DC, what if they hold that against me?
- What if they realize that I'm still striving to live healthy? That I'm really just trying to lose weight right now . . . Will they be okay with that?
- What if they're all absolutely gorgeous and skinny and snobby?
Now I figured this was just a "me" issue. When I read what the illustrious, super-self confident MizFit tweeted about just going up to people and introducing yourself and explaining your by yourself and feeling awkward, I thought wow . . . that's pretty sage advice if you ask me. So I said so. When she replied with this:
I almost fell out of my chair! MizFit? Awkward? What?? **does not compute**
At the same time, I realized something. These super-bloggers I greatly admire, are
Just. Human. (What? Really? No . . . way!)
I've decided to woman up and maybe
drag myself bribe myself into going pop up at a blogger conference. (I'm thinking either Chicago (as I know people there) or New York (as Bethlehem, PA isn't that far away) to attend.)
All I ask is that if you see a brown-haired woman in the corner rocking and sucking her thumb, it's probably me. Have a little pity and smack me out of it.