It’s nearly here. The Irish Blog Awards are tomorrow night. Yikes! Is this what I signed up for when I began blogging? I think not.
I am rarely happier than when I am sitting down behind my laptop writing. The freedom I feel as I release my thoughts onto a page is similar to free falling, to cycling at speed down a hill or to ski ing. When I have finished writing and press ‘publish’, it is as if I have been holding my breath and then I suddenly exhale. I feel my shoulders relax, and I smile.
However tomorrow night my anonymity will be blown away. Tomorrow night is the Irish Blog Awards Night. While I’m thrilled to have made it to the finals, I am sick. Not in a physical way, but inside. Coming out from behind my laptop is not easy.
It is less than twenty four hours away, and I am the equivalent of a child sitting with their fingers in their ears chanting ‘nananananana’ over and over, so as to not hear what is being said. I am in denial. I have yet to decide what I am wearing, and I am yet to take the time to imagine what lies ahead.
What I do know is that tomorrow will feature a large room, filled with bloggers from all over the country, of which I have met only one before. As I write I am taking a metaphorical deep breath. ‘All will be well’, I say to myself. ‘It will be a great night’, I continue, somewhat unconvinced. Despite my fears I’m sure it will indeed be a great night. I am getting the chance to meet with a large group of fellow bloggers who I have got to know online. A number of them are part of the Irish Parenting Bloggers group, of which I am a member, and many of whom are fellow finalists. We have had some very enjoyable online conversations and they have been enormously supportive collectively and individually to myself and others throughout the year.
Luckily a fellow blogger from mind the baby has kindly agreed to give me a lift. This is so fantastic because it means I can drink. I know I should be able to enjoy something without drinking, and yes I agree I should, but I’ll do that some other time I promise.
As for the winning or losing, I haven’t even thought about it. I suppose if I’m honest I can’t imagine actually winning and tonight as I sit here thinking about it my thoughts are far from the actual awards. They are so consumed by the ‘what the hell will I wear?’, and the ‘OMG, I’m actually going to meet lots of bloggers I already think I know… help’.
Maybe tomorrow if I have a moment, I’ll check out my ‘oh well done fellow blogger’ face in the mirror. I might even try a small variety of different ones. But then again I might just have a few drinks and forget my practiced face and just say ‘Ah feck it, robbed again’.
Whatever I do, you can be sure I’ll let you know as soon as I’m back.
Thanks again to you all for your continuing support and ‘friendship’. Wish me luck. Now off to try to find something to wear.