dreaming of:
a nap in my own bed.
* disclaimer – my own bed is no where near this stylishly disheveled ; ) *
I just woke up. BUT, I’m not in my bed or even the bed at the Grand America in SLC where I’ve rested my head for the past 5 nights. But rather I’m at the airport. All 5’11 of me scrunched up in an uncomfy black leather club chair, with a horrible crick in my neck, my mouth wide open & my laptop teetering on my lap. I’m tired. SUPER tired. Exhausted really, but exhausted in one of those make you feel SO good sort of ways. In a “that was totally worth it!!” kind of ways.
I just spent the past week at ALT Summit and met some of the most amazing and inspiring people I’ve ever had the good fortune of being in the same space with. I spent moments of the past days feeling confused and perturbed by the lack of direction and accomplishment with my blog, but also moments of feeling like I’d finally found a community that “gets me” – really understands who I am and WHY I blog.
Not many people in my life have a blog or even understand the purpose of a blog for that matter, but ALT provided me with a significant lack of sleep caused directly by the drive to connect with other bloggers. I wanted to meet the people, who like me, feel it necessary to say something. BUT not just something, but say something that is important to them.
I left ALT this morning dreaming of a resting spot in my own bed and dreaming of the ability to take my blog in a direction that feels more like me. There have been many days in my 2+ years of blogging where I wondered why I’ve sacrificed hours of sleep, moments with friends & family and episodes of the Real Housewives to sit and blog. ALT reminded me why blogging is worth it and why I will now not only call myself a wife, friend, sister, designer, vintage fanatic, nonstop cheese consumer, or Seattleite but give myself permission to also call myself a BLOGGER.
photo cred: {interiors porn}