This time last week, I was an emotional roller coaster and my brain was filled to that of a girl in her first week of college. And then I remembered,  "Sunday" that I was so worried I would not make it too, is now this Sunday, and all that is left are the memories, swag bags and pictures.



For my friends and family that are reading you are probably sitting here and saying, "WHAT?! Shelbi, without a thing to say? Nervous to meet to new people, she must be sick!" And I could probably come up with something that I am sick from, I think I am a hypochondriac (kidding see what I did there) but I am not kidding about the rest. I think with age people become who they are suppose to be, or who they have been masking all along. And for me, that is quite in a new environment, a little more reserved and nervous. I tend to be nervous about meeting new people, about having candid photographs taken, about where I get my animals from, where the chicken on plate was raised... you know, the normal nervous... right?!

Well, last Friday, I was nervous. I could not picture myself walking into a room of beautiful, well spoken ladies that were probably dying to get in the door and start fan girling as I do in my dreams. I was overwhelmed at the fact that I might not fit in. Would people know about my little blog? Would it even matter to them? Would I be that girl out of her element? Would I even be doing myself any good being at an event where I would fan girl at every blogger walking by as I am reciting what should be a perfect speech about my favorite post of theirs, yet only be able to mutter, Hi? How would I explain my blog other than its new, fresh and something different. It's not like so and so's blog, it's not a fashion blog, I don't have children so, no, I don't know what you mean when you say "you know what I mean?" (though coming from a large family I could only guess), its not really even a lifestyle blog unless someone has the same lifestyle as me... which is where I began to think. I was in the right place, I was standing out the best way that I knew how, I was walking the walk and talking the... oh that's right, I wasn't really talking. Which may have hurt me in the long run, but I couldn't stop listening, about how one raises their 5 children all under 6 and lives to tell about it and was able to step away for a weekend alone, how one Austin mom turned her blog into a sensation over night and how the girl I should have roomed with would sit two seats away from me at dinner and allow me to listen in as she talked of her magazine preparation. I couldn't stop listening... to the speakers, to the guests and to the friends that I would make. I was in my element... only, I could see the people that I have constantly been spending my evenings reading about. They were there, in the flesh. This was my chance... to talk about the new site changes that I was trying to make and ask opinions on what worked best for them. This was my chance to find out if someone was interested in what I was talking about. And this was my change to listen to the daredevils that dropped everything and moved to Paris two weeks after returning from a vacation because... YOLO????

These stories were incredible, and I took in more information than I thought that I would retain or gather from an event that looked to be packed full of fun.

Weird right, learning at a place that is constantly packed full of fun? Wanting to know more, staying as long as you can in the "classroom" listening to the speakers because though we are late for lunch who wouldn't want to know more...

It's insane to me the passion that so many people have for doing the same thing as me, and unlike many professions that are around at this day and age, those people, want to help you... AND THEY WANT YOUR HELP? Who knew that your knowledge of InDesign and Photoshop would lead you to having one of the most in depth conversations with someone whose blog is pure gold in your eyes and the eyes of many others? Who knew that they would take you that seriously and follow up with their progress? Who knew that I would find the people that could be considered enemies because we are all chasing the same dream could be so helpful and truly want to befriend you.


As last Sunday rolled around, I remember waking up, and feeling full of excitement, full of energy and full of passion but also full of fear. I feel like I am climbing through where I thought I wanted to be and settling right in to where I want to be. But then the day ended, I laid in bed, finished what I believe to be one of the best books I have read in the short years I have had and I couldn't believe that I did it. I went to The Hundred, I walked the walk and started to talk the talk, and not because I was being spoken too. I felt like I was doing what I wanted to do and I had a band of women that stood behind me, though they didn't know what was happening and what was next to come for me, they were behind me and supported that next step, and I hardly knew them in person.



So as I reminisce this Sunday, after starting another amazing book by the same fantastic author, I don't feel so nervous I am beginning to feel peace. I would do this experience again, I don't know how I couldn't after a weekend like that?

So who's with me? Any Dallas bloggers feeling out of their element, needing some uplifting or encouragement? I am not far in the game, but we can do it together. Let's get coffee, let's be social. Let's step out behind the screens, build a relationship and start a trend. I hope to hear from you soon! 

Sincerely, Shelbi


*Photo credit: Awake Photography

This time last week, I was an emotional roller coaster and my brain was filled to that of a girl in her first week of college. And then I remembered,  "Sunday" that I was so worried I would not make it too, is now this Sunday, and all that is left are the memories, swag bags and pictures.



For my friends and family that are reading you are probably sitting here and saying, "WHAT?! Shelbi, without a thing to say? Nervous to meet to new people, she must be sick!" And I could probably come up with something that I am sick from, I think I am a hypochondriac (kidding see what I did there) but I am not kidding about the rest. I think with age people become who they are suppose to be, or who they have been masking all along. And for me, that is quite in a new environment, a little more reserved and nervous. I tend to be nervous about meeting new people, about having candid photographs taken, about where I get my animals from, where the chicken on plate was raised... you know, the normal nervous... right?!

Well, last Friday, I was nervous. I could not picture myself walking into a room of beautiful, well spoken ladies that were probably dying to get in the door and start fan girling as I do in my dreams. I was overwhelmed at the fact that I might not fit in. Would people know about my little blog? Would it even matter to them? Would I be that girl out of her element? Would I even be doing myself any good being at an event where I would fan girl at every blogger walking by as I am reciting what should be a perfect speech about my favorite post of theirs, yet only be able to mutter, Hi? How would I explain my blog other than its new, fresh and something different. It's not like so and so's blog, it's not a fashion blog, I don't have children so, no, I don't know what you mean when you say "you know what I mean?" (though coming from a large family I could only guess), its not really even a lifestyle blog unless someone has the same lifestyle as me... which is where I began to think. I was in the right place, I was standing out the best way that I knew how, I was walking the walk and talking the... oh that's right, I wasn't really talking. Which may have hurt me in the long run, but I couldn't stop listening, about how one raises their 5 children all under 6 and lives to tell about it and was able to step away for a weekend alone, how one Austin mom turned her blog into a sensation over night and how the girl I should have roomed with would sit two seats away from me at dinner and allow me to listen in as she talked of her magazine preparation. I couldn't stop listening... to the speakers, to the guests and to the friends that I would make. I was in my element... only, I could see the people that I have constantly been spending my evenings reading about. They were there, in the flesh. This was my chance... to talk about the new site changes that I was trying to make and ask opinions on what worked best for them. This was my chance to find out if someone was interested in what I was talking about. And this was my change to listen to the daredevils that dropped everything and moved to Paris two weeks after returning from a vacation because... YOLO????

These stories were incredible, and I took in more information than I thought that I would retain or gather from an event that looked to be packed full of fun.

Weird right, learning at a place that is constantly packed full of fun? Wanting to know more, staying as long as you can in the "classroom" listening to the speakers because though we are late for lunch who wouldn't want to know more...

It's insane to me the passion that so many people have for doing the same thing as me, and unlike many professions that are around at this day and age, those people, want to help you... AND THEY WANT YOUR HELP? Who knew that your knowledge of InDesign and Photoshop would lead you to having one of the most in depth conversations with someone whose blog is pure gold in your eyes and the eyes of many others? Who knew that they would take you that seriously and follow up with their progress? Who knew that I would find the people that could be considered enemies because we are all chasing the same dream could be so helpful and truly want to befriend you.


As last Sunday rolled around, I remember waking up, and feeling full of excitement, full of energy and full of passion but also full of fear. I feel like I am climbing through where I thought I wanted to be and settling right in to where I want to be. But then the day ended, I laid in bed, finished what I believe to be one of the best books I have read in the short years I have had and I couldn't believe that I did it. I went to The Hundred, I walked the walk and started to talk the talk, and not because I was being spoken too. I felt like I was doing what I wanted to do and I had a band of women that stood behind me, though they didn't know what was happening and what was next to come for me, they were behind me and supported that next step, and I hardly knew them in person.



So as I reminisce this Sunday, after starting another amazing book by the same fantastic author, I don't feel so nervous I am beginning to feel peace. I would do this experience again, I don't know how I couldn't after a weekend like that?

So who's with me? Any Dallas bloggers feeling out of their element, needing some uplifting or encouragement? I am not far in the game, but we can do it together. Let's get coffee, let's be social. Let's step out behind the screens, build a relationship and start a trend. I hope to hear from you soon! 

Sincerely, Shelbi


*Photo credit: Awake Photography

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