On the final day of the ProBlogger conference, around 7am, I stood in front of the glass doors overlooking the ocean and wondered aloud what would I wear. It didn’t take me long to decide that there was no better time than now to whip out my #AWKWARD tee from Kmart. Let’s face it, Bloggers probably make up a large portion of the audience who would buy and wear that tee anyway. It was like wearing the team uniform.

But what I didn’t count on was the super awkward that would be triggered by it. If you’ve ever met me, I’m already awkward, but this was a whole other level. Level ridiculous or something. If I’ve ever blurted a random thought out at you, touched your hair the first time we met or gone for the hug on the first meeting then you know what I mean. Now think of that, times one hundred!

I was a stumbling, bumbling, hyper energised bundle of awkward. It was like by pulling that t-shirt over my head I had called all the awkward in the world to me. I stored it all in my brain and just shot it out all over the place. I wish I could say I was surprised. I’m not. It’s like I was calling the word to me all day in the same way they say to carry around your goals with you. I put out a call for awkward with that t-shirt and I got more than my fair share….


Anyone want a t-shirt? Are you awkward too? Let’s be awkward together.

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