It was Tuesday morning. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I blearily reached for my phone to check my email, just as I do every morning.
There was the usual junk mail. A late night email or two from smartphone-addicted coworkers (I know, pot calling kettle). And then I saw something surprising. Something titled “Invitation to join BlogHer as a Geek Bar Barista.”
I blinked. Rubbed my eyes. Then blinked again.
It was still there.
Slightly suspicious, I opened it. Was someone playing a nasty trick on me?
They were not.
It was an honest to god invitation to teach an honest to god Geek Bar class from the honest to god conference programming manager at BlogHer.
I believe the next word out of my mouth was “Whoa” (when surprised, I tend to channel my inner Keanu Reeves).
I remembered submitting a panel idea. I remember thinking, even as I hit submit, “this doesn’t have a chance in Hell.”
But there it was. An invitation. To be part of BlogHer.
Come to think about it, it is as hot as Hell in Indiana these days…
What followed was some fairly frantic scrambling. A hurried plea to the powers that be at work. And a whole lot of justifying to my budget-conscious husband.
But at the end of the day? My name was right where I wanted it:
In the middle of the Geek Bar programming announcement.
I am so excited, I can hardly stand it.
Also, a little surprised at myself.
It wasn’t all that many years ago that I was deathly terrified of being noticed. By anyone. And now? Now I’m raising my hand, standing tall, and saying, “you want an expert? You got one. Let me show you how it’s done.”
I’ve come a long way, baby.
Take it away, Keanu.