It’s that time of year when I start grinding my teeth at all hours of the day and night. I’ve got sores in my mouth from trying to chomp my stress away. I don’t have time to walk several blocks down to the See’s Candies on Market for a cup of peanut butter patties and a cup of toffee-ettes. My mind is wrapped up in spreadsheets and email. I don’t have a trailer. I don’t have a tent. My clothes are still filthy from last summer.
Why worry? Because it’s playa time! Even though I am so majorly stressed out…what if I fuck up on the schedule?….what if the volunteers aren’t prepared?….what if I mistype the early arrival details?…. Even still, I am brimming with excitement for Burning Man this year. More art than ever, best temple ever, and my (sniff sniff) 10th year. Booyah Vixen for dedication, loyalty, passion, bliss! What have you done for 10 years in a row? School maybe? Worked for the same company possibly?
I guess this makes me a full-fledged Burner 😉
You really can’t understand unless you’ve experienced it. The unbelievable culture, community, genuine caring, partying, amazement, creativity, love. I love love love Burning Man and reaching this milestone has made me misty-eyed. Every email, every meeting, I think, what brilliant people I work with. What amazing volunteers this organization is comprised of.
Burning Man, what a blessing you have been. Thank you.
That’s a picture of me playing with a large-scale Connect Four at my first Burn in 2002.