When I booked my ticket to Blissdom Canada in Toronto this year, I did so on a whim when the early bird pricing was on. I wasn’t hell bent on going (especially since I booked it last spring. . . before all this; the website, the blog, came about!)
But as the days came closer and things in my life changed, I was again reminded that things in my life happen for all the right reasons.
All the things that never came to fruition, and all the things that did without us expecting them, all happened for the right reasons.
With blissdom, this is again true.
It is marketed as a blogger conference. When I bought my ticket I wasn’t even a blogger (a writer yes, for someone else, yes, but not a blogger in the real sense of the word)
As I left mom inc movement and started my own site (yes, this site, right here) it was with no extensive planning. It was never on the agenda, it was never something I was working towards. . . it all just kind of happened. And as I boarded the plane to Toronto, I realized how weird it was that I had become the blogger I had purchased this Blissdom ticket for.
I did what ever mother does when she travels alone, I remarked frequently to airline staff and other passengers that I was travelling alone (like without my kids, yes my kids, did you want to see pics?) and I read in peace and quiet.
The chaos began as we landed in Toronto, taxi’ing to the first of many of the weekends events at Panera Breads courtesy of Toronto Mom Now (mmm, mac & cheese!) and then finding our hotel (whose rooms reminded me of boutique hotels in Europe – and that is not a good thing! small. narrow. dark)
Being logical we filled our bellies and then hit the sack (omg, I know, how boring) preparing for a day filled with activities and battling jetlag on the morrow.
See, despite my passion for participation, and my outward show of confidence around people, I am also nervous in new situations. My tummy rumbles just like yours and my hands sweat. I had a whole weekend of this coming up, and I had been warned about Toronto people more than a few times (I was a Toronto Vigrin see!) I was nervous that my westcoast-ed-ness would be obvious and I just wouldn’t be able to find my tribe. I was nervous I would get lost (damn, To is BIG!) and I was, well, I was nervous about everything. 
But, alongside this nervous energy, was, well energy. Excitement.
So like a good little girlscout, I tried hard to prepare to battle! I tucked myself in and prepared!
With Marilyn Denis, Chevrolet Road Ralleys and Microsoft Kinect parties running through my mind, I snoozed (actually snored) in my narrow single bed. Excited to see what this blogging world was all about (seeing as I blog from my living room, I have never been with a gaggle of bloggers before) and anticipating awesomeness. . . as always!