The Weirdness of Not Going to BlogHer
This is the first year since 2008 that I’m not going to BlogHer. It feels very weird to be reading about everyone else getting ready to go and not packing myself. I mean, I know the vast majority of people reading this blog experience that yearly. But consider how odd you would feel if you were reading about all of your classmates returning to school, and you were staying home for some reason. Wouldn’t you feel out-of-sorts?
The best way I can describe what it is like to be at BlogHer is to compare it to Alice’s foray into Wonderland. You feel as if you’ve fallen through the computer screen, into a world with interesting people and good food and clean sheets (with maybe a little bit of fretting about home at the same time). You’ll be talking to someone, and then their name tag will flip around and you’ll realize that this is the author of a blog you read, or you’ll strike up a conversation with the person behind you as you wait for an open stall in the bathroom, and you’ll end up finding a new favourite blogger.
There is an energy there, an energy that you can pocket and take with you out of the conference, which is a rarity these days. Everything moves so quickly online that just when you think you’ve found your groove, everything shifts and you’re looking for it again. But I walk out of that conference with blog ideas and project ideas and new things to add to my space or try out or people to partner with or book topics. And that buzzing doesn’t die down the moment I step onto the plane; it’s a soft denouement that stays with me through the fall and into the winter.
So it’s weird to not be in San Jose this week.
I will be following along from home. Reading the tweets and looking at pictures. And joining the at-home Skype group (and you can too). I’ll be celebrating some family birthdays and glad that I’m here to experience that. And I’ll be planning to be back at BlogHer next summer.
But for everyone who is going this year, you’re so lucky. It’s a wonderful experience. Enjoy every second of it.