In addition to the new fact, as my friend said, that my life now includes the words “Jensen wrapped his arms around me,” the Supernatural Vancouver convention was particularly magnificent. As with the other three I’ve been too, we laughed ‘til tears ran down our cheeks, we cried, we sang, we danced. We met old friends and made new ones.
Being in spaces again with about a thousand people, sharing this love of a tv show and its actors and musicians in person, shed that two year old skin of lockdowns, anxiety, unknowns, obsession with numbers of cases, deaths, and hospital beds and brought a renewal of life – a phoenix bursting through its pandemic ashes.
As I was processing all the emotions this weekend, especially those surrounding endings of phases in life, or major health scares, or losing loved ones, I kept saying to myself, you really have to grab the opportunities to love and do what you can when you can. If something means the world to you, don’t hesitate. Do the thing.
Music Fangirl Confession #6: I have a new addiction… So last weekend I went to my very first Supernatural Convention. […]
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