I know I just got home. In fact, my last suitcase isn’t even fully unpacked yet. But I’m once again jumping into a plane at the crack of dawn tomorrow to head to another blog conference.
I’m really excited to see Utah for the first time.
I’m really excited to learn and connect with new faces and brands.
And I’m really anxious about doing it all without a wingman.
I’ve gone to conferences before without my posse. BlogHer08 was the first, followed by TypeA last year and I should take heart from the fact that both were a ton of fun and not as scary as I had envisioned.
And yet, today, I’m nervous.
I’m going to be fine. I’m going to meet new people and strengthen bonds with bloggers I already know. I’m going to come out of this smarter and better connected. Plus, it’s good for me to step out of my comfort zone and rely on myself instead of my friends.
The worst that’s going to happen is that I’ll eat a meal or two alone. But knowing the people attending, I highly doubt that’s going to be an issue.
And yet… I’m nervous. Go figure.
|Part of the posse I’ll be missing in Utah.|