Camp Widow: All Packed
Yes, I spent the last minute finishing up badges (pictured) for each and every Camp Widow attendee. What's funny is that the last time I did a manic art project like this as "gifts" for attendees was my wedding to Gavin in 1996. Same number, too: 150. I only realized it as I glued the fifth batch of little felt circles (the 1996 ones looked pretty different, but there was still lots of glue on the kitchen table, like now).
Yes, I am very excited about speaking on on widows and social media this Saturday at 2:45 p.m. Pacific time. Yes, we will be live tweeting it (I'm @freshwidow). I have honed and polished my slide show but sometimes it is just down to whether I've consumed exactly the right amount of coffee...
Yes, we will wake up early and "listen in" on the Grief panel at BlogHer that morning. I have proposed the hashtag @BHGrief, we'll see if they decide to change it at 9:05 a.m.
Yes, there will be margaritas. OK, maybe we will read the #BlogHer10 tweets ex post facto.
Yes, I am so excited to press the flesh (don't get too excited, Sarah!) with so many friends from this blog, from Twitter, and from Facebook.
I am reminded of my last "career trip," to BlogHer last year almost an equal adventure. More this time -- because I'm speaking and (shhhh!) I have NEVER BEEN TO THE WEST COAST.
Like many milestones, like a wedding, I now see that the journey begins the day AFTER the milestone -- like all rites of passage, it can go neither "well" nor "poorly," because it's all about getting through and then getting up the next morning.
And no matter how tired I am, I will always be fresh.
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