This weekend I spent with 500 other amazing women (and a scattering of amazing men) at The Brewery in London.
Britmums Live 2013.
I learnt, I laughed, I cried.
I learnt that I am a travel blogger, I’m fond of wigs and that Kirstie Allsop prefers to shave her legs rather that wax them.
I laughed ugly belly laughs in All Bar One with Bryony, Alice, and Steph, then laughed some more at dinner in the´company of T and Annie.
I cried big fat wet tears. I cried for the happy news, I cried for the sad news. I cried for the mother who had lost her child and the husband who had lost his wife, but mostly I cried for the void in the weekend that we all found hard to fill. The smile that was missing to light up the room, the friendly hug that made you feel instantly at ease, the most lovely lady you could ever have the pleasure of meeting. I cried for our Firework.
I only attended two sessions this year, Travel Blogging and Julia Boggio‘s Photography Session. I’m so glad about this. Last year I did too much, tried to take it all in but ended up going away with just one thought. I don’t belong here.
This year I made friends, I talked to people, ignored the cliques and seeked out the lovely bloggers I had heard so much about. Some people I may never see again, some not till Britmums 2014 but a few I will see for coffees, playdates and glasses of wine. This year I feel like I have made real friends.
There were still cliques. Still people who clearly believe they are blogging royalty and need gloves on to shake the hands of us lowly mortals. However this year, instead of being intimidated by them, I felt sorry for them. It looked far too much effort for me. I’d rather be having fun and being myself.
I have come away this year with such a different approach to blogging conferences. I no longer feel I need to learn about blogging when there. For me It’s now all about the networking, the partying and the cake.
I’ll drink to that.