3 Blogging Conference Ah-Ha Moments

Granted I really didn’t go outside much, but deep down in the Hyatt Regency dungeon basement conference room, my world was rocked.

While my to-do list is now a mile long and consists of things like moving to WordPress, vlog more, and network with brands, there were 3 other major things I took away this weekend.

1. I have never had so much fun sleeping with women, ha! My roommates, Natalia and Hillary,  were seriously some of the best women I have ever met. As a matter of fact, I think I liked them so much because they are so much like me. And yes, I’m vain. Pretty sure they liked me so much because if we stood in a line up, my hot mess self made them look GOOD! Actually I’m almost certain there was an audible “sigh” of relief when we met in person. Like whew, we can be friends. I’ll be the pretty one and she’ll be the funny one, ha!

2. Speaking of my mug, it’s honestly a travesty that this face hasn’t appeared on television more. I mean really, we are doing such a disservice to America by depriving them of my on air self. With that said, I will be working on vlogging more, ya know…like every day. Because I definitely don’t want you guys to go through Brittany withdrawals. You’re Welcome.

3. Blogging conferences are like shoes. You can never have to many. Seriously, these babies can be addicting! It’s the only place where it’s okay to spend all day talking about blogging, twitter, and pinterest …OH MY! And all the people love you for it. As a matter of fact you feel like a queen while you’re cheered on and encouraged through all your online endeavours. Then once it’s over, reality hits, and you wake up to hungry toddlers screaming in your ears, and the sharp, strong aroma of poop filling the air. That’s when you know you need to plan your next blogging conference trip.

While others may enter the windy city to visit the hottest tourist attractions, dive into the land of never ending deep dish pizzas, and rock all that Chicago has to offer; I found all I needed inside our hotel…in the basement. Now that’s what call a vacation.

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