Last week, I attended a blogger conference where I knew no one; except the roommates who I had found through Twitter. Do email conversations count? I was the first to arrive and had the absolute joy of meeting a friendly blogger in the airport who offered me a ride to the hotel and lunch at Chili’s. I was welcomed! But we had to part ways eventually.
Later I found myself in a room full of chattering women, the 4pm meet and greet. Everyone talking at once like a room full of magpies. I circled, looking for a familiar face, unable to walk up to a total stranger. They all seemed to know each other. So intimidating.
I finally found safe haven in a familiar face who I had chatted with briefly in the airport and relaxed as she told me about her company DIY.
Finally time for dinner, claimed my wandering roommate and made safe haven at a table in the back. Made room for remaining 2 roommates who were coming later. Finally a mission, a purpose, hold space for future friends. Hold vigil by phone for them to make contact so I could bring them into the safe table I had secured.
Confidence? I don’t have it in a room of strangers. I long to be more like my dad who had never met a stranger. Confidence.