How many times are you interrupted in a day? If you’re anything like me it rivals how many customers McDonalds has served: a bazillion.

If you’re a blogger everything else comes first: children, mate, real job, looking for a job, sleep, that damn dog with its talons clickety-clacking across the kitchen floor. Or the very real bill that needs to be paid RIGHT NOW and the appointment for whatever and, whew, that reminder came just in time because you were just getting ready to blog.

For the vast majority of us, we fit blogging in.

Just like we fit everything in. But this is different.

Blogging fills us up.

Maybe you went to college to become a professional writer (like I did) and decided self-publishing was your best bet or, maybe, you always wanted to be a writer and didn’t go to college — or some college — and now you can say you are a writer. Or you live on a frugal budget and wanted to share lots of tips. Or perhaps you like to take pictures, wanted to meet new people or __________.

All valid and awesome reasons to blog. And the reasons are just as infinite as the interuptions.

Last night I was on a phone call with a friend talking about whatever we talk about when the screams started because the brushing had to begin. And before even that, through text message, another friend said what we needed was time, for just us, without a screaming baby. And before that, I couldn’t hear Real Housewives because the new Monster High doll had a PET FERRET!

Look, we love our children. And some of us even really like to be around our significant others. And only a true masochistic likes to actually schedule things and be on time, but we need to get back to us.

Who we are when we strip away the interruptions and all of the other things we are called to do on every and any given day.

This is why I am so excited to go to BlogHer. I get to be me and you get to be you and that’s all we’ll be.

I’ll get to talk to you about dreams and things and we’ll really believe that we can live them out. And believing in them is half the battle; the BlogHer part is one pin on the Pinterest board of Making It Happen.

I’m not going for the parties and things, although I have wanted to throwdown my keyboard more times than McDonalds Has Served and just dance.

Not the video game. Literally dance.

So, in that respect, okay I want to go for the parties. But the kind that everyone is invited to.

Of course it’s nice to get invited to the Other Things, but that’s another interruption where you feel like you have to be someone else. I’m not down with that because at home I’m responsible for someone else 100% of the time.

I want to be me and I want to meet you.

As you are.

Without the screaming, and brushing, and clickety-clack, and partner that needs attention, and Whatever Else It Is That You Do That Sometimes You Don’t Feel Like Doing.

I can’t wait for the little bubble. Sure it’s going to burst when I come back to my little house of boxes that will soon be moving from A to B and the upcoming school year that requires an arm and a leg for purchases and the dream gig I have yet to find, but for almost four days, it’s me and you and 4,498 bloggers with absolutely nothing else to do but whatever we want.

If you can’t make it this year, take at least four hours to do absolutely anything that you want. At the very least, make whatever room you can your own. And, in the spirit of BlogHer, make it at party. Invite other people out, over, or, pick up the phone.

If you will be at BlogHer, let me know so I can look for you. And you can look for me. I have red hair. And I’m round. If you read, but rarely comment, you know you want to come on out and say hi, let’s dance. If you’ll be staying at home, I can take requests to send you a special At Home message.