why i mostly love october 11
Five years ago on October 11, I got called into the HR department of my former employer and was removed from my duties as an inside sales rep for a software company. Turns out, it was one of the greatest things ever. I would have never had the cojones to leave on my own and pursue something else, including the job I’ve been in for the last 4.5 years and absolutely love. Plus, over the six months I was unemployed, I moved to Minneapolis (from the suburbs), went on a cruise, spent some quality time with family, and met my fiancé. Not too shabby.
Six years ago on October 11, I was rear-ended by some douchebag, almost totally both my car and my lower back. My back still sucks, but my old car is still kicking. I’ve spent hours and hours with chiropractors and still can’t seem to get it to the point where I can go a week without feeling like I’m 80 when I get out of bed. But at least that’s the worst of it, right?
And every day on October 11 for the last several years, I’ve celebrated National Coming Out Day and to be able to celebrate that confidently is the best thing in the world. While I’m not sporting a rainbow colored sweater vest today, I’m not any less proud to be out of the closet. It started to get tight and lonely and uncomfortable in there for a while, especially knowing I wasn’t being truthful about who I was with myself.
I’m proud to be gay and proud to be out of that dirty old closet. I’m proud of my friends and family that are out and I’m proud of all of our allies that come from all over the place. Even the littlest amount of support means the world to people, especially when they’re struggling to take their first steps out and be honest with themselves and the world around them. So, thanks for that!
Also for Minnesotans: VOTE NO on the Marriage Amendment Act when you go to the polls in November. If not for anyone else, for me, okay?