For the past few days I have been reading all my fellow Cupcaker’s blog posts about their experience from the weekend. I should have realized when you go to a BLOGGING convention you are going to be surrounded by talented writers but these posts knocked me off my enlarged-by-cupcakes butt.
The truth is, I can’t stop thinking about this conference/retreat/hangout. My mother always says that if you go to a movie and you find yourself thinking about it in the days afterward, it was a GOOD movie. To that adage, this was a great weekend.
To be honest, I was excited for Cupcake but I didn’t really know what to expect so I was guarded. I also admit I did some prejudging beforehand and was worried I wouldn’t have much in common with many of the women there. Like I posted on Monday, I had a great time and was truly blown away from meeting these women in person but when I left on Saturday night I didn’t feel regret at not staying the night or even coming back on Sunday.
Well that was then. This is now.
Now I find myself obsessed and melancholy. I can’t stop reading these women’s amazing blogs, whether they are recapping the weekend or just talking about the injustices of the world. I can’t get off Twitter. I can’t stop looking at the Flickr pool. I am trying desperately to get Madison Cupcakers together in February. Thank god I have no plans to go to BlogHer. If I can barely handle my feelings for these 28 women, think of what would happen to me after being exposed to 1,000 some bloggers.
And I feel such regret.
I so badly want a “Do Over!” I want to go back to that lodge in the woods and spend the night. Or at the very least go back Sunday morning and have coffee with these women. I want to pick their brains more. I want to snuggle their babies. It’s like that “Too Nice” boyfriend that you took for granted, now he’s gone and all you can keep thinking is, “What did I do? And how do I get him back?”
But I know this isn’t Back To The Future and I can’t go back. I can, however, and will keep nurturing these Cupcake friendships via their blogs, email and Twitter. And in addition, I will use all the gobs of inspiration they have given me. By reading their posts the Writer’s Block that has been crippling me for months has broken wide open. I lay awake at night writing blog after blog in my mind. Granted I can’t remember jack the next morning but just that feeling alone is wonderful. I’ll never have the talent that so many in this group have but watch out Cyberspace, consider yourself warned.
So my lovely Cupcakers, until we meet again… I bought this page a day calendar to keep me in cupcakes for the next 351 days.
