Frostapalooza: one epic night

I’ve said this throughout this entire experience: Frostapalooza is simultaneously the most and least selfish thing I’ve ever done. On one hand, I threw myself a ridiculously grandiose birthday party and demanded to command the spotlight. Total Ego Fest.

On the other hand, I know for a fact that my ego was not what was driving this. Not in the slightest. I’ve seen so many people struggling and suffering, constantly contending with anxiety, guilt, dread, stress, and overwhelm. I feel an urgent mission to emind them of the wonder, joy, fun, love, and transcendence we’re capable of experiencing in our finite time on earth. I want to help people (re)discover their potential as human beings. I want to connect people and lift them up. I want people to feel the boundless love and positive energy that is always there even though it’s often elusive in our day-to-day lives. I want to do creative things and help people.

Say, that sounds like some pretty good meaning-of-life shit.

As the heading for this section goes: “greetings from the top of Maslow’s pyramid.”

My 40th birthday is in three years, and I’ve also considered doing something epic to celebrate. A big party was what I had in mind, but getting all my musically-inclined friends together to have an epic concert together so much more fulfilling.