Marisa at 36 months told us last week to do the thing we were scared of, and though she hasn’t yet revealed the thing which she did, I paid attention.
So I did it. I was scared to go to Fincon, but I realized I was just making excuses. So I buckled down and took out my credit card.
It’s time I should own up: my name’s Kathleen and I’m a blogger.
What scared me the most about going for it was that it’s scary to put some skin in the game. Right now, only a few people I know in real life read this (and you know who you are!) so if I lose steam or something and walk away, I can just say, oh, well, that was a fun little experiment, I tried that for a bit, and not lose anything.
But to go means jumping in with both feet. Getting business cards with my name on them. Coordinating with my cousin, who told me I don’t have to even rent a car!
Making it all so real. It feels a little like going to a new school. So if you see a girl looking lost, with a Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper (oh, I wish!) say hi. She’s me.
I can honestly say, now that the tickets have been purchased, I’m really looking forward to meeting all the lovely people who live inside my computer.
And learning! And getting inspired! And getting to see my cousin again!
Also, is it bad that I was more excited about it when I found out about drink tickets? No? Good!