I’ve been home from BlogHer for over a week and a half now and I’m still trying to figure out how to write a recap.
Ok, let’s be honest, I’m struggling to write anything.
Before BlogHer, my whole family got sick. It started with Eddie and a trip to the ER. He was burning up and was sick and scared. Turned out he had a nasty case of strep throat. Then Charlie got it. Then I got it. Then Cortney got it.
We also have this THING going on (that’s not bad, but I can’t talk about it yet).
Just before leaving, my wonderful friend, The Preacher’s Wife, dropped off homemade soup, salad, applesauce, cookies, and a nice crusty loaf of bread. I cried. I just felt so…taken care of. It sounds silly to say out loud, but other than my mom, I don’t have many women near me who just do that sort of thing.
So then the next day I left for San Jose.
My first full day there I found out Eddie was sick all over again. Or rather he was still sick. The antibiotics hadn’t taken care of it all. Cortney was worried that if Eddie didn’t get rid of his fever, his plans to go to a concert Saturday night would be thwarted. I worried because I felt guilty that Cortney was losing so many days at work (and possibly a fun night out) and I was on the other side of the country.
But something happened at the conference.
While I did spend a lot (a LOT) of time texting with Cortney about everyone’s health, I was also surrounded by women who were legitimately concerned too.
I’ve been blogging for seven years, and over that time I have heard over and over “find your tribe”. I will admit right here that I always thought that was hokey. Wasn’t that just another way of telling women to find their blogger “clique”? What was this? High school? I wasn’t in any “tribe” in high school and I wasn’t going to start now. I just get along with everyone…or almost everyone.
Just over a year ago I found myself in a blogger tribe. A group of women who where, at first, my go-to for all things internet and writing. But as we all communicated, it became so much more. Since we are all personal bloggers, personal stuff gets intertwined in the discussion about blogging. We have been there for intense high moments (births, graduations, etc) and horrible lows (pregnancy loss, deaths in the family, divorce, etc).
Many of these women were at BlogHer. Whenever they saw me, the first thing out of their mouths was always, “how are you? Is everything Ok with the boys? How is the THING?” I felt loved and cared for even though I was worried and exhausted from stupid jet lag.
And that extended to the rest of the conference too. It was smaller this year than in the past years I went and I liked that.
Every presentation I went to from Jenny Lawson to Kerry Washington, from Tig Notaro to all the 10×10′s, and especially the VOTY (which is my #1 reason for wanting to be there in the first place, I felt this mad supportive vibe. The conference was intimate and more intense than ever. Over and over I felt the message was TELL YOUR STORY. TELL IT.
And the stories we heard: hilarious, heart-wrenching, horrible.
I tried to say hi to everyone that I know online if I saw them, but I know I missed a few.
I didn’t feel stressed out by the conference this year because there weren’t a zillion things going on at once. I liked that they eliminated all the outside parties and events and kept everything close.
I was a little bummed by the food choices. I mean, I get that we were in California, but a side salad is not a meal, yo. As Homer Simpson says, “You don’t make friends with salad.” And of course, as usual, the water/beverage situation was lacking. I will say breakfast was yum though. #baconrules
But in the grand scheme of it all, those are minor complaints.
Overall BlogHer was what I needed. I needed to hear those stories and be encouraged to tell mine. I needed to be reminded of the greatness of being a blogger…of being a personal blogger.
And the voices of my friends were loud and clear: you matter to us, Katie.
In the span of two weeks I experienced something that I never really did before: women taking care of women just because it’s the kind thing to do. Because it’s how we hope our fellow sisters will treat us.
My blogging “tribe”, The Preacher’s Wife, and so many others just praying and helping where they can.
It’s a gift to realize you are loved.
I spend a lot of time an energy thinking about how I am not good at female friendships, but the past few weeks have proven to me that I don’t suck at them either.