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So. Much. Stuff.
Posted by: | CommentsThere is lots of stuff happening.
So much stuff that this blog post is going to be a list of things I want you to know right now.
There will be no lengthy prose.
There will be no dramatically crafted words.
There might not even be beautiful pictures.
Just a list.
Here is goes.
If you are in the Chicago area, I will be speaking here. I will be talking about Facebook and how it changes your identity. I will be gettin all Philosophical up in this joint. Come see me?
If you are in the Quad City area, I will be speaking here. I am talking about Social Media for Small Business…well kind of. I love speaking at local events and I am especially excited to be part of this one.
Many of you aren’t in the Chicago or Quad City area and I thought you might be a little sad you can’t hear me speak as well. SO, Jessica and I are hosting a live e-course on the business of blogging. The first half will teach you everything you need to know about working with brands. The second half will be a hands on workshop in which you will create a full sponsorship deck. You can sign up here and learn more about it here.
I wrote a whole bunch of stuff over at She Posts last week.
I talked about an amazing project that one of my favorite friends just launched. If you are looking for a Mother’s Day idea, here is is. I also wrote about the Digital Family Summit, the first blogging conference for teens and tweens. Fun, right?
I am going to LA this weekend to hang out with Jessica and attend the Lucky Fabb conference.
I am also renting a car for the first time ever.
Big steps my friends, big steps.
Go check out the most adorable pregnant friend of mine you’ve ever seen and her new site.
And then read this.
What have you been up to?
On Growing Up.
Posted by: | CommentsI sit on my couch and look around at the never ending floorboards or I am sitting in my car with Oprah at the other end of our journey or listening to the basketball thumping against my concrete driveway and I wonder when all of this happened. When and how I managed to build this life that is swirling around me and how exactly I built it.
One day at a time, I suppose.
And then I am at the bar surrounded by people who have surrounded me my whole life and they are rambling about politics and work/life balance and if I had the energy I would tell them how much I disagreed with everything they were saying.
I would tell them that they were wrong.
But it is almost midnight and my mind is running on empty. Or maybe it is because I have had enough beers to not care about how wrong they are.
You can’t change everyone, I suppose.
I catch myself in the mirror and I am surprised at the ghostly color of my skin. I notice a few small lines running down my chest that will one day turn into wrinkles that I will think about getting botoxed. Lines from the years I laid in tanning beds avoiding the color reflecting back at me. But, friends get cancer and shit gets real and tanning beds begin to seem like a wacky science experiment and you start to wonder in what universe they seemed like a good idea.
And I wonder what other things I will cast aside and look back and laugh about. The childish things I will do now, when I can still get away with childish things and where that line is when you have to cast away your glitter tops and drunken dancing for business suits and cars that aren’t lime green.
And I wonder if I will miss that line entirely and be the crazy aunt in the corner with her sequins top and over processed blonde hair, and I think I might be ok with that.
Ok with never growing up.
Ok with staying childish and keeping sparkly gold glitter glue and Dr. Seuss greeting cards in the drawers of my desk.
