Drips In the Bucket

Blissdom FlashMob Picture
I’m not ready to write my Blissdom recap yet – seems to close, the moments are still so fresh, and yet… if I write them down, it means it’s all over. I’m not ready for that yet.

This afternoon, Pumpkin came home from school and she said to me, “Mommy, everyone has a bucket. Even dogs have buckets.”

And I was like, “HUH? Buckets whut?” (Translated: “Pumpkin, whatever do you mean by this ‘bucket’ of which you speak?”)

“We all have a bucket. Sometimes people put drips in our bucket, sometimes people take drips out of our bucket. We don’t want our bucket to be empty because that would be sad.”

Ah. Buckets.

My bucket has drips in it. Many drips. Blissdom was big this year – bigger than last year – and while I knew that going in, I didn’t really GRASP the scope of that – just how that increase would translate to numbers of people.

And yet…

So many moments translated to drips in my bucket. The flashmob? Like whoa. That’s maybe ten drips? Or a thousand (let’s face it, drips are small and buckets are big and that flashmob was such an incredible moment). A core group of us “Mobsketeers” had been planning that moment for months – to see it all come together and be such a MOMENT for so many people? It was humbling and awesome. Drip. Drip.

Connecting with friends – in conversation, on the dance floor. Drip.

Meeting new people. Bonding so quickly that my heart hurt to say goodbye. Drip.

Late nights, early mornings and hugs whenever you wanted one? Drip.

Pretty pink drinks (uh, far too many drips) and sitting with an overpriced cappuccino alone on a bench in the “biodome”? Drip. Drip. Drip.

Mat Kearney. Drip. Chris Mann. Drip. Michelle Branch. Crystal Bowersox. Drip. Drip.

Vishnu, our room’s mascot.

Ugly hotel carpet.

Brene’ Brown’s declaration that you just need two friends who will “help you hide a body”.

Drip. Giggle. Drip.

There’s so much more to say. There is. And other people are saying it right now. And in a few days, I’ll have found my words and maybe I’ll add them to the chorus.

But for now? My bucket is full.

Flashmob group picture lovingly borrowed from @Sthrnfairytale

About sarah

Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.


  1. I am crying.

    ugly cry.

    happy cry.

    love you.

    YOU are one of my biggest bucket fillers.

    I love you so much

    • And you are one of mine. I am so lucky to have you in my life, Rach. (And please, I bet your cry is adorable. Just like you).

      Love you.

  2. Freakin’ fantastic post, roomie.

    Freakin’ fantastic.

  3. Beautiful, just like you Sarah. So glad i saw you but so sorry I didn’t have the chance to talk to you more. You are a drip in a bucket…and I mean that as the highest compliment!

    Great post, xoxo!

  4. Aw. come on people! I am going to have to buy stock in Kleenex if y’all keep this up – I don’t think I’ve ever cried off as much makeup as I have in the last week…

    <3 you both much!!!

  5. ::weeps::

    I’m so very thankful that you are in my life Sarah. Adder of drips in my bucket, a friend who will hide a body, Mobsketeer partner in crime, fellow coffee and photog junkie. I’m so glad that got to room together again, with Vishnu, and spend many, many wonderful moments together.


  6. Um, I hope you had room in your bucket for a few more drips, because I definitely just cried all over your post.

    Love you, Sarah.

  7. My bucket is now filled with tears of joy and sadness. And I agree with Malia – ALL of it. You rock and I lubb you!!

  8. I so need to be there next year!!!

    Glad it was so great for you!

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