Monday morning, I’m leaving California on a little adventure. First stop, New Jersey, where I will get the chance to film my very own talk show at CafeMom Studios. Totally crazy, but super exciting crazy. We’re filming ten episodes devoted to all the things I love to chat about – beauty, style, parenting, travel, fitness, organization, taking care of yourself, and we have some really fantastic guests lined up. I’m really excited. And nervous. But mostly excited. No, maybe nervous.
From New Jersey, I’ll be flying straight to Miami for Mom 2.0. I can’t wait! I’m speaking on a panel entitled, What Happens Now? Moving from ‘Mom Blogger’ to ‘Mom Who Blogs’: How to Transition Your Site, Brand & Focus with four lovely ladies. I’m nervous about that as well, but the New Jersey nerves are overriding the Miami nerves for the time being. I suspect that will change in about a week. Any chance I might see you there?
From Miami, I’ll be flying back to California for just a few days before our family takes off on a short vacation to Honolulu.
(Can you imagine the sheer multitude of lists cluttering my desk right now? It’s uncanny, really.)
All in all, I’m beyond thrilled for the next few weeks, but I have to admit, up until now, 3-4 days away from my kids has been my max, and this first 7-day stint is going to be tough. I’m sure my jam-packed schedule will make the week fly by, and I really, really hope it feels the same way to my kids. I know a lot of you travel for longer periods than that (how do you do it?), but ugghhhhhh, I feel like it’s a long time for me to be away. The busy preparation of the past few weeks has kept my mind off leaving the kiddos, but that achy pang in the pit of my stomach has officially made itself known over the past day or two. Blergh.
Posting will be light over here for the next few weeks, but I’m sure I’ll be around my usual haunts, Instagram (whoorl) and my Facebook page. And speaking of my Facebook page, the recent conversations over there indicate to me that you all have varied opinions regarding Fifty Shades of Grey right now. All I can say is, seriously, STOP WITH THE INNER GODDESS TALK, MISS ANA. I can’t deal. (Also, I really hope my neighbor on the plane doesn’t peek at my Kindle because he/she will surely think I’m a porny porn peep.)
Wishing you a great few weeks! Talk soon. (Or as one freaky dude would say, “Laters, baby.”)