This week I flew out overnight to speak at a conference. I was invited to talk about work-life balance, but more as the writer of this blog than on the basis of my off-line work. It is the second time this year that I have had a conference spot from blogging. Felt good. (Flattering). Also felt a little uncertain. I was in unchartered waters. I have spoken at plenty of conferences before, I have even spoken about work-life balance at conferences before, and I have spoken as a feminist speaker before, too, but I haven’t done all three at once.
It went well though, and the audience was truly lovely. Apparently talking to people in person about feminist motherhood is as much fun as talking about it with them via the Internet.
Also, first night away from my youngest child (!), who still sleeps in bed with us. I was vaguely sad right up until the moment where I was actually in a hotel room alone and then I just felt thrilled. I spent a lot of the conference catching up with an old friend from university. We swotted together (‘last minute’ style) in the hour or so before our speaking engagements and then got drunk together that night. It was us turned back into our nineteen year old selves.
