The Fox Cities Book Festival was an enormous success this year. Beautiful weather, incredible speakers, brilliant authors, and a supportive and enthusiastic community added up to pure magic. As President of the Festival this year, I was so pleased to see a lot of the changes we made from the first Festival worked! And because we are people who love to plan, discuss and think, we are already talking about how to make next year even better – a conversation that started before we even finished all of the events this year!
The Board is made up of what I like to call strong personalities, myself happily included. We are all passionate about what we are doing, what we each have to contribute, and making this the best Festival we can. It is the Board that makes this happen, their character, their giving nature, their belief that if we come together we can make something incredible. I will take strong personalities any day.
Now as I sit and think back over the last several days of hard sometimes back straining work, I keep thinking of a moment I had with one of our Chairs, Will Bloedow. We discussed why we were doing this, Will grabbing a quick lunch in the children’s book area and me rushing about restocking the piles of books. I told him that I did it because it is a joy. Hard yes, challenging definitely, but pure joy not only to see come to life but to work on with such intensity with such great people.
Joy.
Pure, crystalline joy of doing something that brings a community together, gets everyone talking about books and reading, and has us laughing and crying together.
At the end of one program, a colleague asked me how it was going and I told him how busy and chaotic the time ahead was going to be. His reply, “Well now you know better than to do this next year.” I must have looked completely stunned by that response. I recovered enough to say with some indignation that I had not only been part of it last year but planned to do this for many years to come. He misunderstood my explanation of the hurdles yet to come as a reluctance to run the race. One wonders how many races he has not bothered to even attempt.
There are so many things that are worth the time and effort, the care, the sweat. Some of which can be seen as a burden. But this is not a burden I take on. It is a joy that I embrace and will continue to for as long as I can.