Fortunate One

Originally published August 5, 2019.

At this time last year, I was not in a great place. I was very unhappy with some things that had happened SCA-wise, I was feeling uncomfortable with my job as it was undergoing some substantial changes, Laura was about to leave for Kansas, and I was about to get very very sick as my intestinal issues came to a head. So while Pennsic was going on last year, I wasn’t much in a mood to care; I wasn’t even sure I was going to stay in the SCA.

This year, it’s a world of difference — my job is great, my medical issues are (mostly) under control, and I’m able to look back at nearly 30 years of SCA involvement with satisfaction, and I’m looking forward to 30 years more. Heck, maybe even 40, because in 30 years, I’ll only be 78.

And I can’t even begin to express how having Laura in my life makes it better and makes me a better person and father.

So, ironically, that means I’m really missing Pennsic this time around, and I’m never great on my own when Laura takes the boys to see her mother.

Which is why I’m so thankful I have friends like Patrick, Mary, Dayle, and more. Dayle and I went to Fairborn, OH over the weekend just to hang out, and it was really really good. Dayle and I had good conversations in the car. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know Mary better. And Patrick has been one of my best friends and mentors for years, although I couldn’t tell you how it happened. He’s just always been there for me, from my worst lows, to my greatest heights.

When we’re together, we’re usually up till 3am, but staying up till 5am one night and 4am the next was a new personal best.
We even spent so much time telling stories, I didn’t ever get the microphone out to record any. 

I’ve made my mistakes, and I’ve had my frustrations, but I really am a very, very fortunate person.