My daughter and I going to BlogoHer 2011 for the very first time to learn the fine art of blogging.
BlogHer-2011-San-Diego-Marriott-Convention-Center
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:
"Help! I'm-Stuck-in-this-Box!"
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.
"Huh?"
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.)
The-Fun-Girls-Hotlanta-2011
And then the next thing you know, I’m blogging every day.
Life-of-a-blogger
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.
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