It's the day after the Blogger's Blog Awards, I'm sat at my desk with a homemade iced coffee, watching my washing dry outside and wondering how to start this post. I'm listening to Maximo Park because they played a song at the awards yesterday and it reminded me they existed. Listening to them is making me happy sad the way old music does.
I was planning to write a post about the awards yesterday (which by the time you read this will actually be a week yesterday - a girl's gotta schedule) but I don't actually feel like I have that much to say about it. I mean the venue was nice, I met some lovely people and I have a pretty funny story about how me and Ashton both managed to be late enough to miss our train, but I have this odd feeling today where I'm kicking myself for being that shy girl again.
Before the awards I was really excited to chat to loads of people I'd never met before and really look up to as bloggers. I was happy I'd finally bitten the bullet and been brave enough to attend a big blogger event. In reality I just couldn't do it and it made me realise it is quite difficult being a shy blogger. It's irrational because I know anyone I'd spoken to would have been really lovely, but I had the fear. People might be reading this and thinking that I just need to man the f**k up and to be fair that's pretty much what I'm thinking too, but as a naturally shy person it's difficult to approach people without worrying that you'll just make a massive tit out of yourself.
The event itself was so well organised and executed and I did really enjoy meeting the lovely people that I did chat to, but I'm just really annoyed at myself today for being shy and a massive scaredy cat. I feel like this post is a promise to myself that next time I attend a big event I'll just feel the fear and do it anyway (LOL cringe) so if I ever write a self pitying post like this again feel free to give me the kick up the arse I need.
On a lighter note, I was in such a rush to get out of the house that I forgot my camera, hence the lack of pictures, then we missed our train anyway because we were both late so at least that's a funny story. Also it was lovely to get to know Ashton better and to finally meet Corinne, whose blog I've been reading for a long time! Also I'm sorry to be such a moaning myrtle, this post is probably a conversation I should have just had in my head!