I’ve been seeing posts here and there about a guide that will make transitions easier. Part of it is self-esteem, part of it is tackling demons that hold one back, and overall, it’s a nice little motivating package. And of course, the author is making money because it’s life coaching.
Here I am, blogging away about all the transitions that I experience, and it’s all at a monetary loss (e.g., paying for the domain, custom fonts, etc.). Granted, I’m not really giving anyone any advice on what to do with a transition. I’m letting anyone who happens across this come up with his or her own conclusions on how to best tackle life.
All in all, though, I’m not going to trade in my catharsis to give young adults advice on how to be sparkly and wonderful through all of life’s transitions. I’m not going to hand you a seven-step guidebook to tackling your fears. It’s not my niche. I’m going to keep on blogging about my misadventures in dating, my wanderlust, my CrossFit forays, and higher education. If I never author an official autobiography, at least I’ll have my blog.
You’ve probably noticed that the past two weeks have been spotty in terms of blog posts. Even today’s post isn’t on the correct day. Well, here’s what’s up:
– I went to Georgia for an awesome work conference/institute.- I came home and was very productive at work.
– Then, I hurried from work on Thursday night to catch a flight to LA. As much as I hate the Pacific Northwest’s rain, I will have to say that sacrificing leaving work at 6PM, driving 20 minutes to the international airport, and being through security by 6:35PM will be hard to leave if I ever choose to.
– I got a free mixed drink because Southwest knows how to celebrate Valentine’s Day.
– Once at LAX, I waited nearly an hour for the dumb hotel shuttle to come pick me up. I’m really sorry, hotel front desk guy, that you had to hear me in full tired hysterics more than once.
– Why was I in California? Good question. I was there to attend Gallifrey One, the annual North American celebration of Doctor Who. In a nutshell, it was awesome.
– I also had the chance to meet up with one of my best friends in the world for his birthday, in which we took a limo around town. We stopped by his old stand-by sports bar, an urban taco restaurant, the Hollywood Bowl Overlook, and House of Blues on Sunset. I unfortunately took some Advil on an empty stomach and felt terrible for awhile, but I powered through. Also got to meet up with my former director and one of my colleagues for a mini-reunion!
– Sometime on Saturday, I started to catch a cold (I also powered through that on Saturday night, but even with all the Vitamin C, it managed to turn into a full-blown cold). I’m still sitting around in my jammies because it–combined with air travel–has knocked me out.
Let’s go back to Gallifrey One, though! I can talk about how awesome it was for just a second.
My friend and I attended the convention. There were right around 3,600 attendees this year, many of which were cosplaying (e.g., wearing Doctor Who-themed fancy dress). I only cosplayed on Saturday, and I have great ideas for upcoming costumes. The convention featured actors and supporting players from all realms of Doctor Who (classic series, new series, audio series, etc. and so forth) in panels. There were fan tables and autograph halls, live action DW improv, and just all sorts of nerdy goodness.
Highlights from the convention included random conversations. For example, there was meeting two of the directors, Saul Metzstein and Douglas MacKinnon, while waiting for table at the bar, and discussing how the life of a director has so many transferable lessons to the world of higher education administration. Then, we went on our merry ways and enjoyed some beers and hockey.
We also happened to literally run into Shaun Dingwall as we were waiting for the escalator. We had a quick exchange about cosplaying and how I “must be melting!” wearing a pleather jacket. Genuinely nice, funny guy.
Oh, and the Inspector Spacetime (a.k.a., Untitled Web Series About a Space Traveler Who Can Also Travel Through Time) crew were hilarious. There’s something wonderfully nerdy about meeting the minds behind a web series based on a 15-second clip of a TV show which is clearly a reference to Doctor Who and then got its own internet fame as fans latched on and ran with the alternate universe (phew).
The panels were, to borrow a phrase, fantastic. There was insight into what it’s like to be a part of Doctor Who, as well as some academically-minded panels on female companions and their depictions, as well as Shakespeare (a good number of actors in DW are also very experienced in the world of Shakespeare productions). Many of the panels were just full of good laughs, like when Nicholas Briggs and Nicholas Pegg (the voice of the Daleks and one of the Dalek operators, respectively) discussed what it’s like doing a run-through of Dalek scenes. Or when Dan Starkey (a.k.a., Strax) was asked if he makes it a pastime to hurl insults at people and if he remembered any of the Sontaran Christmas carols. Or whenever Ian McNeice got a hold of the microphone. It was lovely. And listening to British and Scottish accents all day isn’t the worst thing that can happen to a lady.
Throughout all types of transitions, one must remember to never lose that sense of wonder. As I stood atop the Overlook this past weekend, I felt grateful for the life I live. It may be a life in which The Doctor isn’t real and that little blue box is just a story, but it’s a life that can be just as fantastical and wonderful as long as I allow it to be.