Right now, I have Blathering Burnout.
An as Organizer, I've been thinking about The Blathering in some form or way pretty much non-stop for the past 60 days and, well, now that it's over I kind of want to not think about it any more and not analyze it too deeply. Does this make sense? I had a great time but now I'm DONE. (I think it's kind of like a wedding that way. Please, no more catering contracts or little decor items to pick up. I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE.) I had fun, OH YES I DID, but I am just not ready to type it all up right now, you know?
An event for 50 people with access to Twitter at all times is kind of STRESSY. (What if they hate it? What if they think it sucked? What if someone drops a drama bomb? What if we forget to buy ice?) None of that happened, of course. Everyone was exceptionally kind and lovely and people are even saying really nice things about the weekend, which warms my heart so much I can't even tell you, but right now I just can't delve into my feeeeeelings and what it meeeeeeeans. I think I'll need a few more days for that one.
The short version is The Blathering is awesome (obvs) and it is one of my favorite few days of the year and the relationships I have because of this wee website and the magic of the internet are more important to me than I could ever describe to you with plain old words. Words seem so ugly for something so splendid. Words aren't ever going to be enough to communicate how spending time with these women makes me feel like we're in a magical gap of life where things get wispy and align just perfectly. The Blathering, to me, is filled with a kind of electric energy where I feel alive, really alive, for three days straight. I don't want it to end, but at the same time, an ending means another beginning.