Hello?
Houston?!
Why didn’t you tell the Lego company they are NOT allowed to make rocket sets?! Who paid you?! I want names.
So what happened…
I went shopping with my husband. Normal day. Calm. Peaceful. I was not planning to ruin my life. And then I saw it.
30% off toys.
And of course… Lego was included.
Now listen. When I see Lego with reduced prices, something happens to me. My brain says “smart investment.” My heart says “you deserve this.” My hands already put it in the basket.
But this time… it was Lego Technic.
And that’s where the problem starts.
Long time ago I made a decision.
No Lego Technic.
Not my lane.
Too complicated.
Stay focused.
There was a small voice in my head whispering: “They are boring… you don’t need them… stay with your Star Wars sets… stay in your safe little galaxy…”
Because, some time ago I decided I will only buy Lego Star Wars sets to decorate my apartment. Clean style. One theme. Adult. Organized.
Very serious collector.
Now imagine… between Darth Vader and Millennium Falcon… suddenly big mechanical rocket or car with 1,200 pieces and 300 tiny black pins.
Chaos.
Where do I put them?
Living room is full.
Bedroom already has some.
Closet? Full.
Under the bed? Also full. Yes. There are boxes. Built sets. Hidden like secrets.
NO Lego Technic for me, ok?
But in the store… there was this Technic rocket. Big. Mechanical. Complicated. Beautiful.
So what did genius me do?
I said: “Oh it’s just one Technic set. It’s cheap.”
Was 70 euros cheap? Not sure.
But in that moment my brain said YES.
So I bought it. And I started building.
And then…I was hooked.
The concentration. The focus. The silence in my head. Just me and pieces and instructions. Click. Click. Perfect alignment. Everything fits.
When I build, I build FAST. And perfectly. No missing pieces. No mistakes. I am in the zone. Like some Lego ninja master.
After I finished, I was sitting in the kitchen… staring at this beautiful rocket.
Not SpaceX. Not that one. It was the NASA Space Launch System.
And it looked SO GOOD.
And I was asking myself: What did I just do?
Am I addicted?
Or is this my super power?
Maybe my power is loving building so much that I can disappear into it. Maybe it’s therapy. Maybe it’s talent. Maybe it’s just me being a big kid with adult money.
And honestly…“Girl addicted to Lego and no space to display sets”
It sounds bad.
But...“Woman with powerful building skills and strong architectural focus abilities”
It sounds impressive.
Yes.
Let’s go with super power.
Definitely super power.
Right?
Right??? 😅
So…to anwser my question...Are they boring???
NO THEY ARE NOT.
They are AMAZING. They move. They click. They have gears. GEARS! You feel like engineer from NASA while sitting in pajamas in your kitchen.
Because this rocket…
It’s kind of cool, not gonna lie.
And now… I want them all....
With love, @tinabrezpike ❤️