I look on wistfully at people who are extroverts. People who make it all look so easy. I’ll never know if it really is easy, or if they just make it look that way.
5,000 people. There’s nothing easy about that. 5,000 people is hard. And I spent a good deal of time trying not to be weird. Or trying not to freak out. I was not overly successful at either of these things. But I knew it was going to be hard. I knew it was going to be hard for me.
Sometimes you have to be brave, even when you feel really small.
I was lucky. Lucky to be able to track down other Australians just when I was about ready to run for the hills or at least hide somewhere. Lucky that my hard work was in approaching people, but once I did, conversational skills far superior than mine took over.
I don’t know how anyone finds anyone once, let alone more than that. But somehow I did find people that I’ve talked to over the last three years. And I got to hear their voices and squeeze them in person.
I found inspiration in lots of places: outside the airplane window, in the buildings and lights of New York, in listening to people who were so self assured they verged on being an ass, in hearing about people’s passions and even in a D-grade Eddie Murphy film I watched on the way home.
I don’t know if I’d go to another BlogHer, but I walked out of there with a completely different vision for my blog than what I walked in with. And that’s worth more than what I paid in hard work.