In early June, I went to a blogging conference in Baltimore. It was a small, intimate conference hosted on a university and run by a team of seasoned, successful bloggers. Honestly, even though it was a relatively small group of attendees, I was scared shitless because 1) I’m socially awkward
in large groups, and 2) I didn’t know a soul.
I mean, I had cultivated online relationships with a handful of bloggers, but I had never met any of them in real life. Would they like me in-person? Would I make an ass of myself? Okay, the second one was a given. But maybe they’d like me despite my assy-ness. Because my friend Sarah couldn’t go, I took Flat Sarah with me as a security blanket.