So y’all. It has been a day and it ain’t over yet.
For a thousand reasons, we decided to go to BattleBots this year. It’s been something we’ve wanted to do for at least five years. And when the tickets went on sale about a month ago, we said fuck it, this is the year.
And oh. My. Eris. It was amazing! To see Chris and Kenny, Faruq, Matty Vasquez right THERE. To see the sparks (and bots) fly and yell out encouragement when it actually could be heard… Magical. Neither of us really have voices left, we’re dead tired, but had the absolute best time, so we WILL be back for this. My heinous shirt was much admired, and I feel a little less redonkulous and a lot more brave for going way out of my comfort zone in 5000 ways today.
In addition to all that, I got to meet one of my workmates and her family. Just watching them together warmed my heart. I think in observing others, if you’ve done it long enough and pay attention, you can feel the love that they share. They are one such family, and I’ll remember our breakfast together with a delight in simple pleasures.
Now the ick part. Our flight has been delayed, so we are holed up in an airport bar, waiting. And I bent some rules and had a Blue Moon. It’s fucking excellent and I regret nothing.
The bracelet shot… Follow your bliss- it was a gift, and I’ve been trying hard to take the mantra to heart. I particularly like wearing it as a reminder when I step out of my comfort zone and do something crazy. Or crazy for me, anyway. Between covid and an unfortunate situation with a mob during a convention, large groups of people aren’t my thing, really. But I wasn’t just going today for me. I went for my step-dad, who freaking loved BattleBots. I went for Rick, who loves them as much as I do. And I went for me, because life is too fucking short.
Seek your bliss, yall. Cause NOT seeking it ensures it’ll be hard to find.
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