The Best Kept Secret of Event Professionals: My Post-Event Ritual

And no, it doesn’t involve a debrief document.

The Chaos Before the Calm

If you work in events, you already know. If you don’t, let me paint you a picture.

One minute you’re calmly updating a run sheet. The next, you’re simultaneously renegotiating a catering contract, fielding a call from a keynote speaker who’s “possibly” missed their flight, explaining to a venue manager why the AV setup cannot go where they’ve suggested, and mediating a silent war between the catering team and the hotel kitchen, all in less time than it takes to say “the welcome drinks just ran out and the CEO hasn’t arrived yet.”

That’s events. Zero to one hundred before your first coffee goes cold. And it stays at one hundred until the last delegate wheels their suitcase out the door.

The Weeks Before Are a Special Kind of Wild

Let’s talk about the build-up, because it deserves its own paragraph. The lead-up to any large event is its own endurance sport with no warm-up. Hotel walkthroughs where you’re mentally measuring every corridor. Venue negotiations that always come down to the wire. Stakeholder meetings where everyone has opinions but nobody has solutions. Delegate logistics. Last-minute dietary requirements arriving at 11pm the night before catering is finalised. Sponsors who want their logo larger. Speakers who want their slides changed. Venues who’ve double-booked the breakout room you absolutely cannot lose.

You absorb all of it. Every anxiety, every demand, every last-minute pivot. You are the human shock absorber of the entire operation, and you do it with grace, competence and a smile that never, ever wavers in public.

Then the event itself begins and the intensity doubles. Managing your team, coordinating venue staff, tracking delegate experience, handling speakers, sponsors, questions from every direction simultaneously. Your radio never goes quiet. Your phone never stops. You are the answer to everything for everyone, at all times.

Then come the evenings. The bar. The dinners. The late-night conversations with stakeholders that matter professionally and cannot be skipped. Relationship building doesn’t clock off at 10pm in this industry. You know that. You show up anyway.

Then the 6am alarm. The lobby call. The morning run-throughs on three hours of sleep and willpower you didn’t know you still had. By the end, you haven’t just been busy. You’ve been consumed. Your nervous system has been someone else’s infrastructure. Your energy, attention, and emotional bandwidth have all been in service of an event, a client, a room full of people whose experience depended entirely on you getting it right.

And Then… They Leave

The delegates check out. The extras get handled. The final invoice gets chased. And suddenly, silence.

Time. Actual, unscheduled, nobody-needs-a-single-thing time. The rarest commodity in this industry, and for one brief window, it’s entirely yours. This is the moment most of us waste. We scroll. We doom-read emails. We treat recovery like an afterthought because we’ve spent so long treating ourselves that way professionally.

I used to do all of that. I don’t anymore.

My Ritual, And Why I’m Telling You About It

I have a tradition. Something I began a few years ago almost accidentally and have since made completely non-negotiable.

Weeks before the event, right in the thick of the most chaotic planning phase, I order myself a gift. Something beautiful. Something entirely impractical. Something that exists for no professional purpose whatsoever. Gorgeous lingerie, the kind that makes you feel like the main character of your own life rather than the supporting cast of someone else’s life.

My other secret weapon, the one I’m slightly embarrassed to talk about publicly but am going to anyway. And my third essential ingredient, Dipsea.

Let’s take these in order.

The Toy

The Womanizer Premium 2. I know. The name is a lot. Hate the name. Completely and utterly devoted to the object itself.

Pleasure air technology, what ever that is, means no vibration, instead a suction and pressure combination that is so specifically, single-mindedly focused on one thing that it feels less like a product and more like a personal commitment. Fourteen intensity levels. Four hours of battery life. Fully waterproof, just try it in the shower. Whisper quiet. And the feature that earns its permanent residency in my post-event ritual autopilot mode.

Autopilot mode changes the intensity and pattern automatically, taking every decision out of your hands. And here’s the thing nobody tells you about that feature, after days of being the person who makes every single decision, every logistical call, every crisis judgment, every client-facing choice the act of handing control over, even to a piece of silicone, is genuinely, surprisingly, profoundly releasing.

You don’t have to direct anything. You don’t have to manage anything. You just receive.

The Audio

This is where Dipsea comes in, and honestly it deserves its own standing ovation.

Dipsea is an app of erotic audio stories and before you click away, hear me out, because this is not what you’re imagining. It’s not awkward. It’s not cringey. It’s genuinely, beautifully well made.

Professional writers. Top-tier voice actors. Immersive storylines that actually go somewhere. A library of stories spanning every mood, fantasy, and comfort level, from slow-burn romantic tension to considerably less slow-burn everything else. The kind of content that engages your imagination rather than just your eyes, which it turns out is a very different and very powerful experience.

Here’s why it works so perfectly as part of this particular ritual, after days of being hyper-visual, hyper-logistical, and relentlessly in your own head managing details, being guided entirely by sound and story pulls you into your body in a completely different way. You’re not watching. You’re not scrolling. You’re not processing information. You’re just there, present, imagination fully engaged, and it is genuinely transporting. The combination of Dipsea’s storytelling and the Womanizer’s autopilot mode is, I will say without apology, an extremely effective stress management strategy.

Your cortisol doesn’t stand a chance.

The Science Bit. Because You Deserve To Know This

Here’s what the wellness industry will happily tell you about stress recovery, meditation, yoga, journalling, sleep. All valid.

Here’s what it quietly skips solo pleasure is one of the most effective acute stress relief tools available to women, and the research backs this up clearly.

During arousal and orgasm, the body releases dopamine, oxytocin (which directly counteracts cortisol), endorphins, serotonin and prolactin. The combined effect shifts your nervous system rapidly from fight-or-flight into genuine rest and restoration. Studies show women who use masturbation as intentional self-care consistently report feeling happier, more relaxed, less distressed and better able to sleep afterward.

There’s also something less quantifiable but just as real, the restoration of bodily autonomy. After days of your body being essentially a professional tool always on, always presenting, always performing returning to it on your own terms, for your own pleasure, signals something important to your nervous system.

The performance is over. You are safe. You are home in yourself. That signal matters enormously. Don’t underestimate it.

Why More Women Need To Actually Do This

Research suggests over 70% of women have masturbated, with many doing so regularly as intentional self-care. And yet the guilt persists. The vague sense that prioritising your own pleasure even privately, even alone, even after giving everything to a room full of other people’s needs is somehow self-indulgent. It isn’t.

It is maintenance. It is recovery. It is a completely legitimate, scientifically supported, deeply personal way of reclaiming yourself after the kind of sustained output this industry demands.

You are not a logistics platform. You are not a crisis management system. You are a whole person, with a body that deserves pleasure and care not as a reward for good performance, but as a fundamental right.

Build Your Ritual

It doesn’t have to look like mine. But I’d encourage you to make it sensory, personal, and entirely, unapologetically for you.

My three non-negotiables, something beautiful to wear, a story from Dipsea in my ears, and a toy that handles the rest without requiring a single decision from me.

Order it during the chaos as a promise to yourself. Open it once they’ve all gone home.

You held everything together for everyone else for days. You answered every question, solved every problem, smoothed every rough edge. The least you can do is fall beautifully, deliberately, gloriously apart entirely on your own terms, once the last delegate’s taxi disappears. You earned every second of it.

The Toolkit, Since You’re Asking:

• Womanizer Premium 2 (worth every penny, autopilot mode is non-negotiable)
• Dipsea, dipseastories.com (erotic audio stories, genuinely brilliant, 7-day free trial)
• Lingerie that makes you feel like yourself again
• Something worth drinking
• Absolutely zero emails, calls or WhatsApps

The Career Ms 💋