Burning Man has always always pushed me in ways I didn't know I needed. It seems to sort of choose the adventure for me.
Like last year, when I really wanted to go, I didn't have any luck in the main sale (for the first time) and while I thought that would mean I just took it as a sign not to go I didn't. I was so upset and even more determined to go.
This year, I'm... not sure. I want to and don't want to.... as I babbled yesterday. And I was looking at the slim chance I had of getting tickets and I thought you know what? If I don't get a ticket, that will be just fine.
So... it turns out I got a ticket yesterday in the main sale.
Which is incredible! And I'm so very lucky and thankful (and I will keep the deal I made with the ticket Gods to not buy any more creme eggs... sigh) and I wasn't expecting to luck out at all!
But. Oh man. Now I have a ticket for Burning Man and that feels like a whole lot of work. (And I don't have the energy for a whole lot of work on top of the whole lot of work I have already going on.) (Sigh)
It's still many months away and I'm not going to talk about all the things I have to figure out (hello, my stuff is all still down in my vehicle down in the States!) because that just gets me panicky, but I do know that if I choose NOT to go I will make someone's day. (By selling them my ticket, they will get that golden ticket to go!)
Oh, playa... you're always giving me lessons. Thank you.