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August 6, 2007
Meet the Bloggers
Last Thursday night I attended the KOMO-TV/Blogger Meet Up in Seattle. My first clue that only the young and the restless attend such events was the Evite. The electronic invitation displayed an artistic interpretation of possible attendees -- two painfully thin women looking skeptically at a buff young man with dreamy eyes and a smirk. But I’m always looking for new ways to promote my other Blog and Web site A Wild Ride, and so I went.
The elevator escort at the television station led five of us (four men and me) to the fifth floor of the Fisher Plaza, the party already in full swing. (Bloggers are punctual. I like that.)
For strength, I grabbed a glass of red wine from the bar and quickly surveyed the room (ah, old marketing habits never die) where at least 70 people milled and mingled.
Whoa! I’m the oldest person in a room dominated by cool, glib, definitely with-it, 20-something men. Then my eyes landed on a table with two women I hoped were at least close to my age. But it must have been the dim lights. The first woman could have been by daughter. The other woman? Maybe 40.
And then I saw her across the room. She wore a t-shirt, Stay-at-home Blogger, a dead giveaway that she’s a MOM. Our eyes met.
“You’re a Mom,” I shouted over the cocktail party din.
Her name is Jen Zug and she writes a Blog: The Pile I’m Standing in. Sinking Deeper Every Day. She lives near Seattle with her husband, two kids, and a dog named Scout.
Jen writes: “Recently, within a year’s time I had lost a close family member to cancer, given birth to my second child, plunged into a depression, discovered I had a rage problem, nearly left my husband, and came THIS close to abandoning my children at Wal-Mart.
I also rediscovered my love for writing, which may have saved my sanity.” Read more of Jen's bio.
Jen’s site is crisp, clean and honest. Funny. A bit of dark humor. I personally relate to her sense of reality, desperation, and the need for self-care. I believe other mothers will too.
Her essay Dragonfly Green illustrates how even the most difficult child, the “one who must destroy,” can transcend her normal frenetic state and stop to exam the beauty of the dragonfly.
In another piece, Please-secure-your-own-mask-before assisting others , Jen writes:
“I find that when I’m not getting small pockets of time to recharge my energy, I start obsessing about being alone. I get grouchy with my kids just for standing in the room, I show disappointment that they are awake from their naps, I’m gruff as I rush them off to bed, and I find myself wishing Bryan was still in San Jose. I scratch and claw at anyone who asks something of me.
I’m not excusing my behavior, but I am becoming more aware of what triggers it."
Now this is someone I can relate to! Check out her site. ~ Elizabeth
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