Too Much Junk in my Trunk — Pre BlogHer Jitters

Until last Wednes­day, I ignored all the BlogHer speak because I was not priv­i­leged going. Last Wednes­day, all that changed. I won a trip to Chicago and now I’m going too. I’ve been going through my own BlogHer emo­tional roller coaster.

1. Excite­ment — I had to tell everyone.
2. Stress — I have no clothes, no busi­ness cards, how do I get from air­port to hotel, I only have 1 week to get myself ready for what 1499 other peo­ple have had months to do.
3. Self Pity — I’m fat, no one will like me, I won’t fit in, no one will dance with me, ooops, that was Prom…no one will talk to me.
4. Excite­ment Round 2 — I can’t believe I’m going. I can’t believe I’m going. I REALLY can’t believe I’m going.
5. Sticker Shock — Have you seen the price of a shirt at the mall? $39 for a t-shirt? At Tar­get it’s $6.99.
6. Over­whelm — I’m never going to get this all done. I will never be able to find the hotel or all the par­ties. This is just too much for me to han­dle. Oh, Where are the kids? They were here last Wednes­day!!! Kids?! KIDS?!!! Get over here RIGHT NOW!!! CALGON, TAKE ME AWAY!!!
7. Anger (at myself) — Why didn’t I start the biz cards last week? Why didn’t I stick to my diet last month? Why didn’t I… (fill in the blank)
8. Back to Over­whelm…which is where I am now. I need to stop read­ing Tweet­Deck because every time I go there I become over­hwhelmed about some­thing that I didn’t even think of before and now I need to do.

What does this all have to do with junk in my trunk? I’m get­ting there…I promise

As I wan­der around my house try­ing to pick up stuff because the clean­ing peo­ple are com­ing the morn­ing I leave for Chicago (add that to my Why didn’t I so that? list above), I see all the Junk that is in this house and got me think­ing about all the junk on/in me. That is my side of the floor next to my bed and my kitchen. So much JUNK!

I spend so much time wor­ry­ing about all the junk (phys­i­cal and emo­tional) that is not nec­es­sary (is any junk really nec­es­sary?) I need to focus on the fun and the fact that I will meet a ton of really nice peo­ple who I only know as a small square box and by Twit­ter name.

This post is my way of get­ting rid of all the JUNK in my TRUNK. I’m so wor­ried that every­one is going to meet me and find they don’t like me. I haven’t been pre­tend­ing to be any­one other than me, but you know how it is when you are online. We fill in the blanks for what we don’t know about a per­son and maybe those blanks that you have all filled in are bet­ter than the real me.

To be sure that you all know what you are get­ting when you meet me, I’m going to show you all the Junk in my Trunk. Well maybe not all cuz a girl’s got to keep some secrets. This is the good, the bad and the ugly (fig­ure of speech only)

• I’m shy. I tend to sur­vey the scene first and then fig­ure out where I fit in. If you come up to me and start talk­ing, I’ll talk your ear off, but I may not come up to you first.
• I’m a motor­mouth. See the first point.
• I’m short. I am 5 feet tall. Every­one who meets me in per­son after know­ing me online is always really sur­prised at how tall short I am.
• I’m loud. I have a very loud voice. I’m always being told to use my inside voice.
• I’m an over­packer! The air­lines love me.
• I’m addicted to Diet Coke (with Lime is even bet­ter)! I wish I could say you’ll see me with a water in my hands all the time, but more than likely, it’ll be a Diet Coke.
• I worry about every­thing! I’m wor­ried right now that you are all going to think this post is really stupid.
• I’m a pack­rat! I’ll be sav­ing every nap­kin, paper, ticket, cup, etc that comes into my possession.
• I’m addicted to my iPhone. I will try to not be rude and check it when I’m talk­ing to you, but I can’t make any guarantees.
• I’m fash­ion stu­pid. I won’t be the best dressed blog­ger there.
• I can’t say NO! It’s not in my vocab­u­lary, prob­a­bly has some­thing to do with the pack­rat syndrome.
• I’m eas­ily star struck. My lips don’t move when I see some­one I admire. It’s a dis­ease with no cure.
• I’m hor­ri­ble at small talk. I’d rather clean my toi­let than talk about the weather.
• I’m great at hind­sight con­ver­sa­tions. I always think about what I “should” have said and then of course worry about what I did say because that’s what I do.
• I say “So, Any­ways...” way too often. I say it when I don’t know what else to say. Just watch me dur­ing my MomTV Dig­i­tal Soul Hour show (every Wednes­days at 10 pm ET, can you say shame­less plug?) and count how often I say it.
• I’m very orga­nized. Lots of lists and great atten­tion to detail (from my resume, HA!)

And the last thing I’m going to show you…is me! Since I’m not a #yum­mi­etum­mie ambas­sador, I’m very wor­ried that I won’t be able to keep all my per­sonal junk in my trunk. So, here I am, a full body shot in my work­out clothes that hides nothing.

Now, I fig­ure since you’ve seen what I look like like with all my body junk hang­ing out of my trunk. I’ve shown you the junk in my house. I’ve shown you all my emo­tional junk. So there isn’t much left to shock you about me. This post is my pre BlogHer ther­apy ses­sion to deal with all my insecurities.

Did I men­tion this is my first BlogHer? Despite all my inse­cu­ri­ties and wor­ries, I plan to have a great time and I can’t wait to meet you! If you want to find me at BlogHer, send me a mes­sage on twit­ter and I’ll send you my cell number.

Tell me about all the junk in your trunk. Let it all out!

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