I’m a firm believer in the idea that you should never wait until your body conforms to some imagined shape/size/look limit before allowing yourself to do or be something amazing that you’ve always wished to do or be. It is with this in mind that I write about the awesome adventure my hubby and I are currently undertaking.
We’re building a robot.
That’s right. Freaking robotics. We’re talking, circuitry, wires, mechanical parts, motors and a long-term end-goal of a smaller but functional version of Dr. Who’s K-9 unit. So far Adam D and I have put together a small kit with wheels and a base and managed to get all 4 wheels to spin, in the same direction! (I fondly dubbed it “Flat-bot” because it is, thus far, a rather flat square chassis with wheels and one LED)
Yesterday we took out a kit to teach ourselves to solder. Because many of the kits we got ourselves (using our pooled monies from the fairly recent holiday season) to make this eventual end-product require lots of small-wire soldering. So, we soldered. Like excited beginner pros! It was fun. It was a learning process. It was something I’ve never though I would sit down and do. Not necessarily because my body wasn’t the right size but perhaps because it wasn’t the right gender or some related fear that I wasn’t smart enough to take on the field of freaking robotics. Yet, here I am. Working on a robot. Learning to solder and wire circuits to light up LEDs and spin wheel motors.