Today I Turned 30

Pictured: the blood & sweat that went into the DRNY Opener.

Pictured: the blood & sweat that went into the DRNY Opener.

I’ve been asked what I’m doing for my birthday.

The short answer is nothing. It's just another day in my week.

Last weekend was the Dystopia Rising New York opener. The weekend before that (I actually had to go check my calendar - its been busy!) was Dystopia Rising New Jersey. Then the weekend before that was the Utopia Descending opener. Before that was Uprise, a National Dystopia Rising Event. And even before that was a Clean Up Day at one of our longest running campsites.

Tomorrow I'm off to Dystopia Rising Massachusetts. The following weekend is a wedding. Right now my calendar says I then have a weekend with nothing planned, but I don't trust that to last. And then I’m right back into an event every weekend.

Hundreds of hours that you will never see nor hear about go into every single one of these events.

That's because the people running them never want you to see the effort that goes into them. When you attend, you should see the glamour & the entertainment we are providing you. We want you to see & enjoy what we have made for you -- and if we do everything right you will never see the chaos, blood and tears that went into them.

But it's not all dramatic back lit scenes of struggle and last minute saves.

It’s answering emails during a ten minute break at the day job. It’s finding venues that require days of back & forth emails. It’s two in the morning and finishing a last minute addition. This doesn’t even touch on the social media, advertising, or ‘getting the word out’ to people that would be interested in attending. There are many small, seemingly endless tasks that go into building an event.

Whether the event lasts for a few hours or a few days doesn’t change the work that goes into it much.

In between these big events that fill my calendar, I do the small things that go into making them happen. Somewhere in between all that the laundry still needs to get done, the bills need paying, and food needs to be cooked.

One of the two cakes I got for my birthday. Not actually a liver! The other was torn to bits by happy hungry players at the start of game. 

One of the two cakes I got for my birthday. Not actually a liver! The other was torn to bits by happy hungry players at the start of game. 

A few minutes here & there go into improving myself too. Exercising, attempting to learn a language, or taking a class all take time - and aren’t always what you want to do after a day of running around. But taking the time to invest in myself leads to greater rewards down the line.

Because it isn't what you do on one day that creates the life you live. It is the things you do everyday. The long answer to what I’m doing for my birthday is that I’m living.

And I’m building my life one day at a time - not building a life in one day.

UPDATE: They got me gore cakes for my birthday at the DRMA game.