Excuse me for a moment. I am going to get deep.
To the person a little while ago who asked Mr MMM if he was married to the snobby bitch (at my workplace). You are wrong. He is married to that bitch I just despise the snobby bit.
It is a front. It is how I deal with what I do in my everyday job and how I deal with the person inside of me that is shy and suffers from a nasty little case of anxiety at least 6 days out of 7.
I am quite friendly and loyal once you get to know me. I just tend to not have a very friendly face.
Over the years, the anxiety has improved. My big hard arse roar voice told it to back off and that my kids needed to be fed, so I had to go to the grocery store and that I did have to sometimes enter the school gates and do stuff without feeling like I was going to have a heart attack or my brain just over thinking every single encounter.
While I have gotten better I have still hung out in my safety zone. Never in a million years would I of thought I would be ok to attend a conference like Problogger.
But I did.
I did so mainly because Mr MMM kept kicking me in the arse every time I tried to back out. Still it didn’t stop me feeling like running away when I entered a packed room of over 400 bloggers on that first day not really knowing a single soul in real life.
The universe shined on me that morning. Steph from Sass Mouth Mama sat down next to me. I had read her blog and whilst I didn’t recognise her it took about 2 minutes for us to realise we had similar blogs.
So that brings me to right now. We are on our way home. I have a self-confessed Bloggers Hangover. My symptoms include the fear that I made a complete twat of myself, a feeling I want to lay low for a few days in a quiet, darkened room with no visitors and absolute exhaustion. I want to take a nap but my mind is still over analysing each and every encounter.
I am saying this one quote over and over in my head.
Getting out of your comfort zone is where sparks fly ~ Darren Rowse
YES I WORE A FRICKEN SNAKE.