The Ridiculously Horrible Unfortunately Successful Dopamine Hack That Boosted My Energy at the Convention

You won’t like it. I didn’t like it. But it worked.

Gray Miller
6 min readMar 9, 2023
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I was finally back in my comfort zone, only I wasn’t comfortable.

In the Before-Times I used to travel all over North America, either organizing or presenting at various small conventions put on by local communities. It was rewarding, but also exhausting, and in 2019 I “retired” from the presenter/organizer game.

Good timing, as it turned out.

But I miss the excitement, so I was happy when circumstances finally made it possible for me to volunteer at one out on the East coast. I would arrive on Thursday night to help set things up, volunteer during the weekend in between attending workshops, catching up with old friends, and of course partying into the night like conventioneers tend to do.

This was how I’d started, twenty years ago, and I looked forward to recapturing that magical feeling of community and shared passion with hundreds of old friends I hadn’t met yet.

There was only one problem.

I’m not the man I used to be.

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Gray Miller

Gray is a former Marine dancer grandpa visualist who writes to help adults figure out what they want to be when they grow up.