raison d'être

This is attempt number two at writing this article. I'll start by telling you how attempt #1 failed horribly.

I didn't want to keep anyone up, so I came down to write in the lobby of my hotel. There wasn't a soul in the lobby for the first 20 minutes. But then a group of UConn fans showed up, circled up their chairs, and continued their celebration. I had my AirPods in my ears on noise cancelling mode but... I just couldn't drown them out. As a result, I deleted everything I wrote while powering through, moved to a different part of the hotel, and I'm starting over.

Yes, of course I snapped a quick picture:

I mean, good for them. They're not doing anything wrong. Had we won the game, I'd still be circled-up somewhere. Whatever joke was just told there, it must have been very funny because two people are doubled over. I envy their joy. Every joke is funny when you reach the title game.

I just couldn't be around it any more. It was blocking what I wanted to write. This is one of those "this wing of the hotel is a Residence Inn and this other wing is a Springhill Suites" hotels so I walked over to the Springhill Suites lobby for attempt #2. It's here where I can tell you about my reason for being.

I've had this phrase in my head ever since seeing the first episode of Season 3 of Shrinking:

It means, essentially, your reason for being. Your purpose in life. And that football stadium tonight centered all of it for me. The crowd was so incredible that I can't really start this article any other way. I hope I can make these words make sense.