#BlogHer15: a Recap in Captions (Part 1)

 

It's been a few weeks since returning home from my trip to New York. Every year, after my foray into the Real World - the one outside of the little one I call my own in the middle of a private forest hiding my home from the drivers by- I tell myself that I'll write my recap today and then it becomes tomorrow ... And then another tomorrow still.

Women inspiring women at #blogher15

Women inspiring women at #blogher15

The world doesn't stop spinning while I'm not home; the bills will always continue to appear in the mailbox, the laundry will continue to pile, and the dust and dog hair will continue to take over the floors and the couches and entertainment center and the floors. 

 

With Lizz Porter and Dresden Schumacher.  

With Lizz Porter and Dresden Schumacher.  

Three dogs will do that, you know. Living in the middle of a private forest; dirt driveway - no asphalt in site.  

No iPhone at the #multiculti because it held the playlist we tried to talk over. This is what I've got-a few images from Before and a few Afters. This one, a prize given to one of the attendees. Because Life is Sweet. 

No iPhone at the #multiculti because it held the playlist we tried to talk over. This is what I've got-a few images from Before and a few Afters. This one, a prize given to one of the attendees. Because Life is Sweet. 

Evevtually, I begin to wonder if it's worth it - worth the time to edit and upload and caption each memory saved in a hasty selfie taken to commemorate the 30 seconds of OMG HOW ARE YOUs and hugs and rushed In Person For This Once Until Next Year, Probablys. I tell myself maybe it's not, but then I do it anyway because I want to remember the Little Things that make up the Big Picture - the Everything of my life.  

 

My travel buddies when the universe allows for the moons to properly align and Mercury isn't in retrograde. When planes are not required and piss-poor customer service at the Greyhound at the station eventually work in our favor and bring my mother to the same place we are, at the same time we are there. 

My travel buddies when the universe allows for the moons to properly align and Mercury isn't in retrograde. When planes are not required and piss-poor customer service at the Greyhound at the station eventually work in our favor and bring my mother to the same place we are, at the same time we are there. 

I'm not a blogger. That's one thing I realize every year while skipping the sessions for bloggers, presented by bloggers, about things good bloggers are good at it, at least, want to be good at. SEO, monetizing, ambassadorships and brand relationships. I'm good at none of these things and never will be and that's okay with me.  

I'm not a blogger. I'm a writer with a blog. I'm an Almost Author with an Almost Book with a blog that makes no money that you read for the content only like a book because that's how I write it and never expect the few comments I do receive here.  

Timing is everything and Eliana will one day appreciate a June birthday and not enough time between the party and the mail from the out of state relatives holding the birthday cards and cash arriving and U.S. packing our suitcases too full for our trip. Eliana brought home a new friend, Grace, and twirled around the American Girl store in the Josefina dress she scored on our last trip there. 

Timing is everything and Eliana will one day appreciate a June birthday and not enough time between the party and the mail from the out of state relatives holding the birthday cards and cash arriving and U.S. packing our suitcases too full for our trip. Eliana brought home a new friend, Grace, and twirled around the American Girl store in the Josefina dress she scored on our last trip there. 

That's okay, too. Even if I forget that I suck at this thing I started only to Build My Platform like The Agents who Told Me Not Yet Told Me I Must Do, I continue to do it. 

With the always incredible A'drienne Nieves who is always unapologetically everything because that's exactly who and what she is.  

With the always incredible A'drienne Nieves who is always unapologetically everything because that's exactly who and what she is.  

I write. I connect. I write and I write well. I blog and I do it spectacularly badly.  

With my #multiculti cohostesses Dwana Delacerna and Ananda Leeke. Three years running now and I love these ladies.  

With my #multiculti cohostesses Dwana Delacerna and Ananda Leeke. Three years running now and I love these ladies.  

This is who I am.  

 

A New Old Dress I couldn't wear last year that I could wear this year with the badass boots I forgot to take a photo of because I couldn't keep a full charge for some reason. No matter. It was what it was. It is what it is.  

A New Old Dress I couldn't wear last year that I could wear this year with the badass boots I forgot to take a photo of because I couldn't keep a full charge for some reason. No matter. It was what it was. It is what it is.