Wrecked.

As I am typing this post out—pecking one letter at a time because I’m using my iPad—I’m some 30,000 feet in the air (give or take), on my way home from the BlogHer conference in New York City. I have so many stories to share with you and will do so over the next few days as I regain my bearings (and, let’s be honest, detox), but since it’s been six days since my last post I wanted to use some of my flight time to check in and say hello.

It was a very emotional weekend for me. I was with some of my very best friends, which is always beyond fun, but a part of that fun always involves spending the maximum number of hours every day awake and making memories (not to mention the drinks, even though I am mentioning the drinks), which is exhausting. Leaving them was devastating, and I’m talking about the full-on-fetal-position-sobbing kind of devastating, which did indeed happen. I’m still teary-eyed about it and we said goodbye nearly eight hours ago.

This was also a working trip for me and I was busy making new connections, too. I was goinggoinggoing and I have so many things on which to follow up, it’s a little daunting with the way I feel right now but I’m excited, too.

The weekend was taxing physically, mentally, and emotionally and although I’m wrecked, I’d go back and do it all over again tomorrow.

If I met you for the first time this weekend, I hope to continue our conversation in the future. If I knew you already but somehow didn’t run into you, I hope to catch you the next time around.

And to my sisters (you know who you are), I am eternally grateful for your presence in my life. I can’t express how much you mean to me. I love you; you’re number one.

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