I Love The Internet: The BlogHer ’14 Selfiebration Edition

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The theme of this year’s BlogHer conference was Selfiebration. Or perhaps something way more official than that.

I love selfies at conferences. They’re my favorite. Although, this year, I sort of forgot to take a lot of them. Perhaps it’s because I was talking so much. I love talking. And getting pictures with my friends. When I’m not doing all the talking. Mostly I was doing all the talking. Because! BlogHer! Blogging friends! OMG! Everything is so exciting! I have a bit of an enthusiasm problem. It rules.

This week’s I Love The Internet is a collection of recent-ish awesome posts by the lovely people featured in my Selfiebration. All photos by me with the exception of the first photo (taken by Jenna) and the second (taken by Jamie).

Let’s read all the posts! I love the Internet!

“We have held her back when it was unsafe or unwise to push him forward. I have been unable to let go of the vigilance I need to hold onto as his mother and find a way to let loose and sometimes just be her mommy. It is an occupational hazard among the medical, sensory, and therapy-heavy day-to-day life we are currently living. If I loosen my stronghold on control, on looking out, on keeping watch, on making sure and double-checking, there’s no saying what might happen. Temporarily loosening my grip on on small hands turns into darting out into busy parking lots and running downhill becomes a buckled knee or twisted ankle and a trip to the Emergency Room. Saying “yes” to her, often means saying “no” to him – or forcing him to watch from the sidelines. Saying “no” to both seems easier – more fair – though I am now seeing that it is the former rather than the latter.”

Read more at jamiekrugauthor.com.

“Look, I appreciate the impulse here to encourage parents to be present. We are living in a distracted technological age and we would all do well to take a good, hard look at how the screens in our lives pull us away from our relationships. I’m all for introspection and self-analysis and balance and boundaries. I think our kids deserve our time and attention. But I can’t help thinking that the idea that children require our 100% undivided attention 100% of the time has gone a little too far. In fact, I would argue that it’s a decidedly 21st century first-world problem to try to figure out how to avoid working on other tasks when our children are around.

Read more at rageagainsttheminivan.com.

“It’s not that I don’t care about the numbers, about visibility. Of course I want my posts to pop up first in searches, to reach a wide audience. But mostly, I want to play with words, write headlines that will make me happy, even while the blinking light in my SEO indicator stays firmly in the red. I don’t care if it goes green — I just hit publish when the words are ready (enough) to go.”

Read more at susanlgoldberg.com.

“I think that is that hardest part about losing Teej: Suicide comes from deep deep despair. Despair is a place with no light. A place so dark, one would rather close their eyes forever than bear the weight of that darkness. So you close your eyes. She was in so much despair. Her life, though, is markedly different. There was also so much hope and love.”

Read more at justjasmineblog.com.

“You’re not coming back, are you.

I want the ease, the kindness, the joy. I want a relationship, not a roommate. I want surety but not at the cost of how I believe a family should treat each other, at a minimum. I want to know what it will be if we fight for us, though he said he’s not going to try anymore. I want to know what it will be if we give up, so I can decide based on what it’ll be like in a year, two years, ten years. I want to know what is best for everyone, I want to know in advance, and I want to know precisely. With numbers and measurements and guarantees.”

Read more at naptimewriting.com.

“My own blogging has waxed and waned, buffeted by the kinds of dilemmas all personal bloggers face: how do you keep writing through emotional pain? How do you protect the privacy of those around you and still say the deepest, truest things? How do you evolve the narrative of the blog when the story of your life expands past its margins? Sometimes, maybe even too often, the question is simply: how do you find the time, when life is so big, and so short?

But no matter how long I pause as I consider these questions, I always return to writing. Because no matter what it takes, no matter how late I have to stay up to finish, the truth is that I always feel better after publishing a blog post. I have to work hard to make those words worth the reader’s time, and that process inevitably deepens me, humbles me, steadies me. The examined life of a blogger is way worth the effort it takes to live it.”

Read more at lesbiandad.net.

“Overwhelmingly, I felt like this year was more about raising your voice, using your voice, knowing your voice, letting no one silence your voice. The conference always leaves me feeling determined and sure of myself, but this year, those who were chosen to speak and topics that were covered seemed to ask what more can we be doing, be it together or apart? How can I help? How can we collaborate? What is special to you and how can we bring awareness? This year was about inclusion and understanding, and most importantly, about experiences that seem vastly different but at their base, are wildly similar.”

Read more at whatnowandwhy.com.

“My daughter and I laid in bed this morning, talking over a snuggle. She’d had a really bad dream, so I had her give it to me so she could be done with it. After she gave me her dream, she decided this was probably a good time to figure out this whole human sexuality thing. Because Wednesday.

Mom, do you know anyone who is gay?”

Read more at shannonigans.co.

“My mother was at the end of her life. To be there for that moment splits your reality, you are child, you are grown. The questions from both existences fly from your mind and strangle you. You want to cry “Mama!” but who you are now tells you, it won’t stop anything. Your mother is gone. Things are real and unreal, and practicality requires that you press the button for the hospice nurse to come bedside with their stethoscope, and pronounce the time aloud that they need for their charts.”

Read more at GoodDayRegularPeople.com

“I look at that photo and see the first seeds of knowing that my entire life was unraveling without my consent. I knew that eventually, I was going to have to face that my marriage was dead and that no amount of resuscitation on my part would ever revive it.”

Read more at sotabulous.com.

“There are people who have been screaming that blogging is on it’s way out. That it’s not cool, or relevant. Is it changing? Yes, but that’s the nature of these things. We should expect evolution. We should expect that our platforms might change, and look different than they did even just two years ago. This does not equate death.

Bloggers are writers, and we will find a way to write, even if the environment changes. Stop trying to put us in an early grave, ya’ll.”

Read more at anotherversionofmother.com.

“I thought I’d have the nuts and bolts of running figured out by now. I’ve been running (at least in the spring/summer/early fall) months for several years now. While the actual running has gotten easier (thank goodness!) it still continues to befuddle me sometimes.”

Read more at sassymonkey.ca.

“I have a lot of things left to do in this life, with my life. I know that. Sometimes… sometimes… I get lost in the suck of it all, get lost in the anxiety that makes my brain foggy with doubt and self-loathing. My mind tricks me into thinking that there’s no reason, no point in my sticking around or wading through the muck of it. It’s that “one more thing” that keeps me going, keeps me grounded, keeps me here.”

Read more at StopDropAndBlog.com.

Author: Casey

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