I didn’t win.
So now you know.
If you’re in a hurry,
and reading this wondering how I got on,
in the Irish Blog Awards Finals,
that should allow you move on,
to whatever else you need to do.
If you’re in no hurry, here is the update.
I didn’t win!!!!
Waaah…. I’m giving up blogging.
I’m just not good enough.
I was beaten by French foodie in Dublin.
Yes, beaten by someone who knows about food,
and lives in the place which still holds my heart.
I am devastated.
How could this be?
You all told me I was great!
Well no actually, that is not my real post.
I hope my humor successfully crosses the internet,
and that many of you,
are not now fidgeting uncomfortably on my behalf.
In truth as I arrived on Saturday night,
I was terrified.
Every bone in my body saying “walk away”.
My fear was not helped,
by the fact that my nearest and dearest,
would never make a racing driver,
hence the 200 km journey had taken quite some time!
On my arrival the place was packed,
a sea of faces, and I knew none of them.
However I didn’t run.
A lovely fellow blogger,
Sian whom I had never met before,
had kept a seat at her table for me.
I was like a child,
such was the relief I felt in that moment.
As I relaxed I was able to look around.
Here in this room,
were more than 200 fellow bloggers.
As I looked at all the tables,
and the many individuals at each one,
I thought of all those blogs,
I had never read or heard of before.
It struck me how little I know of this world.
I write to write,
but many like to write for other reasons.
The common denominator for all in that room,
was the joy of blogging.
Writing and interacting.
The other most noteworthy thing about last night,
was the fact that it would appear,
that most bloggers,
love to write but not to talk.
There were no speeches.
A simple “Thank you”, was all that most could say.
In fact this shyness was catching,
as on the night, I was equally guilty.
There were a group of bloggers,
who had reached out to me before the event.
They were so very friendly.
As I briefly chatted with them online,
I had no inhibitions.
enjoying “meeting” each one.
However on the night,
when these online acquaintances became real people,
I could not bring myself to go look for them.
A chicken, at my age!
There were thirty two categories.
Thirty two winners,
(thirty three as there was a tie for best humor blog),
but many more losers.
How did I feel about not winning?
The winning, or in my case “not winning”,
was not really that relevant.
I was of course disappointed,
but it does not change anything.
I love my blog, and I love blogging.
So as I left, I still held my head high.
Of course I was thrilled to have made the finals,
but ultimately it was just a moment in time.
Tonight I am back to reality,
me, the laptop, and “my thoughts on a page”.
And I am so happy to be back!
As I smile and remember last night,
I am further reminded of what is real in my life.
My definitely “better” half,
insisted on driving me to the Awards.
Then for four hours he sat in a bar,
( a non drinker!)
and waited for me.
So now that I think about it,
as I left with him last night,
wistfully looking at the actual awards,
I was not leaving empty handed.
I was going home with a great prize.
Yes I am definitely a winner,
mind you so is he!
But maybe next year?