I am a fraud.
I went to Cybermummy 11 under the illusion of being a ‘mummy blogger’. I had a little name badge with my blog address and Twitter name neatly printed on it. I was treated exactly the same as the other 400+ mummy bloggers – with food and drinks laid on, pamper rooms to indulge in and bags full of free stuff to take home to my family.
In the main conference room, there wasn’t a table plan organised by site stats in ascending order, so nobody stopped me from taking a seat close to the front, just a few feet away from Sarah Brown while she was speaking.
I was free to pick and choose from any of the workshops on offer, no invitation required, no pre-booking system in place. I mingled freely alongside rockstar bloggers with followers in the tens (possibly hundreds!) of thousands. A bit like Chico rubbing shoulders with Mick Jagger and talking shop.
I tossed my business card willy-nilly into glass bowls to win more free stuff. I waltzed around Cybermummy Central like a pro. Except, I am not.
I have only been blogging for 3-months. I do not even have an iphone. While the Crowdsourced Keynote speakers read aloud their greatest and most inspirational posts, I thought back to my last post… about burning my tongue.
While people tweeted away to each other on their ipads, I checked my trusty old mobile phone for text messages from the Greek God(zilla).
Cybermummy 11 highlighted to me just how much I still have to learn about this world, and I admit I felt completely overwhelmed at times, but it also showed me just how far it’s possible to go.
So, I’ll be back next year but with a few more posts behind me, hopefully a fair few more cybermummy friends and definitely an ipad.