If you don’t play Blizzard games, you can’t possibly know why BlizzCon is important to those of us who do. If you do play Blizzard games and have never been to a BlizzCon, you need to go. Make every effort to make it happen at least once; you won’t regret it.
This year was my second; my first was in 2014. I can’t pick which is my favorite of the two because each had their own, unique experiences associated with them that could not possibly be duplicated. However, of all the unique experiences I’ve had at BlizzCon, the one I’m going to share with you here is second-to-none.
I arrived on Thursday of con week, and stayed until the following Monday. My intent was to find a group of people to join up with who were going to Disneyland on Sunday; I haven’t been since I was 18 and I was looking forward to being a big ol’ kid again. However, I was up past 2am on Saturday night, and the prospect of getting up early did not appeal to me, so I didn’t message any of the people that I knew had plans to go. I figured that if I ended up going, I’d just meet up with whomever was there when I got there.
Having decided that much, I woke up that Sunday morning and laid in bed browsing Twitter, trying to figure out what to do for breakfast. I ended up connecting with my friends Alyssa and Dave and some of their other friends. One of them was kind enough to drop me back off at the Hilton afterward, where I proceeded into the Starbucks to get an iced tea. As I walked toward the entrance, I noticed a woman, wearing a sleeveless shirt, sitting on the bench outside, talking on her phone. She had a tattoo on her upper arm that looked familiar to me, so I looked at her face, and that’s when I realized who it was…
…just like the rest of you. I’m going to make an effort to get back to sharing tidbits about my life and thoughts here. I mean, I pay for the site and my dear friend is hosting it for me for free. I should use it, right? Perhaps it’ll help me make sense of some of the goings-on in my life.
See you soon, then. ^.^
This is going to be a long post, so bear with me.
The thing that they don’t tell you when you first come out of the closet is that you will always be coming out. I’ve come out so many times in my life, in multitudes of situations. The reality of being non-heterosexual in the current state of our society is that most people still assume that everyone else is heterosexual. My comings-out have occurred in video games, on social media, at the grocery store, with medical staff (No, there is absolutely no chance that I am pregnant. Yes, I’m sure.), in classrooms, at work, driving down the road (it’s hard not to be out to everyone if you cover your car in rainbows like I did at age 21), and in this blog post…and everywhere in between. There’s always going to be someone I meet who doesn’t know that I am a lesbian. Coming out is a perpetual process, and that’s something that each of us who comes out has to come to terms with in his or her own way. That being said, here I present the story of my initial, capital-letters, Coming Out.
I didn’t think I wanted to say anything specific about the Caitlyn Jenner announcement, but I sent out some tweets today that I think sum up my viewpoint very well. It started with this retweet:
Nearly two years ago I came to the realization that I was miserable. Professionally, I was going through tremendous turmoil and self-doubt. I was nearing the end of my fourth year of teaching, and I had gained more than 50 pounds in the time since beginning my first year. I was depressed, angry, and completely unhappy with my professional life, and it was coloring everything else in my life, too.
*As any WoW player knows, the flight master in any city, town, or outpost in the game will, for a few silver pieces, sell you a “taxi” flight (usually on a wyvern or a gryphon) to any other city, town or outpost that you’ve been to. If you’re going a long way, the flight path takes you past the flight points between where you are and your destination, sort of like flying over the cities and towns between your departure city and your destination on a plane. When you’ve never been to the place that you want to go, though, you have to ride or run to the town under your own power and “discover” the flight points. I feel like that’s the way my journey is playing out, and that I’ve reached my first flight point.
Well, now. It’s been just over a month since I last posted. If you read that post, you might intuit that this last month plus has been quite a journey in its own right, and you’d be correct. A lot has changed for me, but in a lot of really small ways. Let me share some of it with you.
My most recent post prior to this one had to do with my health, and I guess this is an update of sorts, though I wasn’t planning on ever having to write about this particular topic.
I went in to the doctor today for my yearly physical, which of course comes with a blood draw and the associated number values and such. Today there was only one that stood out… I’ve been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.”
I’m beginning again a journey that I’ve begun more times than I can count. I’m hoping that this time I can see it through to what seems from here to be the end (though I know better than that if I’m being honest). Either way, though, I’ve got to get to a place where my body functions more healthily than it does now.
I can’t really recall the last time I didn’t have any weight to lose. In high school I was maybe only about 15 lbs. over the ostensibly-healthy weight for my height, but as a junior and senior, some of that was the muscle born of being an athlete. I didn’t really start to pack on extra pounds that weren’t muscle until I graduated.