My daughter and I going to BlogoHer 2011 for the very first time to learn the fine art of blogging.
This all feels very, very sudden.
I think it was back before I went to Paris that I was whining, yet again, about my omnipresent job woes to the other Fun Girls, and they said, because we’re supposed to be Fun and Self-Actualized GIRLS, not whiny little weenies who cry all the time, “Hey, you have a blog, we have a blog together, why don’t you blog more and see what happens with that?”
And so I ignored them.
Because my first response to problems is almost always this:
But my dissatisfaction increased and my whining continued, so finally Anne started throwing around the big words whenever we talked on the phone.
She talked while I listened, dazed and confused.
The next thing I know Anne and Susan talked me into going to Bloggy Boot Camp in Hotlanta. (We’re still crossing our fingers that Robin will be able to come.)
And then the next thing you know, I’m blogging every day.
And then the next thing I knew, my husband said, “Oh, go to BlogHer.”
So, long story short, thanks to my friends now I’m going to TWO blogging conventions in the span of a couple of months and blogging and drawing my head off. But I hardly think about my work problems anymore.
Blogging is cheaper than therapy.
And cheaper than unemployment, too.
YAY! Friends! YAY! Blogging.