So, to start things out today, I wrote another essay in the Wicca and Paganism section. This particular article is about Coming Out of the Broom Closet and the difficulties involved. It's a question most Wiccans have to face at some point in their life, and while others have written quite a bit on it over the years, I thought I'd share my own ideas on that particular topic. It's a challenge, and it's intimidating for a lot of people. Even if you're not a Wiccan, you may want to look at it to at least understand the challenges that some people face. Is it a decent read? I have no idea. But it might be worth your time.
I am afraid I ramble a bit in this particular essay, but I think it manages to stay coherent for the most part.
Today, for those who are unaware, is my birthday. That's right -- on September 9th, 1980 at 6:40am Central Daylight Time in Elmhurst Hospital (in Elmhurst, IL) I was born. It was sunrise, and the moon was new... so yes, for those of you Astrologically inclined, I am a triple Virgo. To be honest, 28 doesn't feel all that different from 27, which didn't feel all that different from 26, which didn't feel all that different from 25.
There are no parties planned, no grand events. I haven't really done that... ever in my adult life. The most I've done is last year where I had a birthday dinner with my parents. It wasn't anything big, but it was nice. It's not that I'm against birthday stuff, it's that I don't get super excited about it either. Frankly, I don't think I'd hear anything from my friends about it if it weren't for the fact that Facebook displays people's birthdays to their friends.
And yes, I've gotten quite a few Wall posts today about it.
What is going to happen is that Crysta has promised to make me a batch of Ginger Creams... which are, for the record, the best cookies ever created by a human being ever. I haven't had Ginger Creams in quite some time (at least a year), so I'm actually quite excited about that. And yes, as I've found a girl willing to make them for me, I have decided that I am the luckiest man alive.
But I digress. As I always say, "Life continues in a generally forward direction."