The past 14 years I've had Shelter Valley running in my blood.
Even that first year, though I couldn't be there (I had a wedding to sing at) it was all I could think about.
It has been the weirdest of adventures.
From being thrown a job with no details on how to do it- and pulling it off in a magnificent way, to being told "you're kind of young for this other position, you'll likely not take it seriously and will move or something, I think you should volunteer in some other way".
I always did my best.
Except when I didn't... I mean, I'm human. I let deadlines slip like any other person.
The last 4 years have been exhausting.
2014, I bought a ticket for the festival I loved so much. I took a break from the work of building a festival. I watched from the sidelines and stepped in to moderate where I could.
2015 had me sick with stress, over the moon with excitement, second guessing everything I did, slightly star struck with the people I was meeting and interacting with, sweating with stress, head in the toilet with stress. More proud than I'd ever been before in something I had done. And heartbroken over the way it all happened. I remember opening the gate for the public to come in on festival day: music was playing, people were dancing, there were tears of joy from volunteers and ticket holders. I had to run behind a tent, I couldn't stop gagging.
2016, a year of growth and excitement.
2017 more heartbreak and stress.
2 more months and this festival chapter closes at the AGM and a community concert.
I hope the joy outweighs the stress when we look back.
I think it does.
What does community look like?
How does it shape you?
How do you shape it?