Overcommitment

My horoscope in the local paper today read:

You're extremely obliging, handling everything you should, but somehow, it doesn't give you that warm and satisfying sense of contribution. At some point, you've got to stop and wonder, "Who's idea was this anyway?"

I have to say, at the moment it fits. I was a founding member of a local RPG club, and worked my butt off for the club for a number of years. When I took on the RPGA's Living Force campaign, I had to give up my involvement in the club (and pretty much everything else). In last couple of years I've watched the club decline, and while it pained me, I had my responsibility to LF. Membership dropped from a high of 135 (the largest RPGA club in the world) to single digits.

Then RPGA elected to "not renew my contract" (much angst on that subject can be found in earlier entries) and I found myself with time on my hands.

I do love gaming, and there's nothing like an active local club to provide opportunities for that, so I re-involved myself with the club. I'd agreed to run for Vice President (in a strictly advisory capacity) at the previous election because we had no candidate for that position at all... so I was in a position to easily do so. And I really needed something to focus on.

The good news is that membership is on the rise and we're running lots of games. The bad news is that it seems like I am ending up doing most of the organizing and coordinating, and it's beginning to be not-fun.

Now, to be fair, I can't entirely blame anyone else for this. I'm just this side of obsessive/compulsive, and I can't bear to do anything half way. Or even three-quarters. It's up to me to decide how much to do and when it's not fun, and to stop doing it if it's just another source of stress.

"Doctor, it hurts when I do this..." "Well, then stop doing it!"

Amen.