First screenshot of the year, Huolon being killed on the roof where no one can hit him. Trolls never take a holiday.
First of all let me wish you all a happy new year. I hope it will be filled with happiness and love and health and wealth and epics and rare mounts and all that stuff.
2013 was a good year for me, considering I spent most of it pregnant, then gave birth to the best baby boy ever (yes, I might be biased but no really, he’s the best) but it also was a good year in game.
In February I cancelled my subscription due to being nauseous all the time and not feeling like doing anything except think of that little thing growing inside me. MoP wasn’t really doing it for me anyway, so it didn’t feel like I was losing anything. It simply was time to move on.
Fast forward a couple months later, sometime during the summer, I came back to the game because really, what else was I going to do? I thought I was done with World of Warcraft, because I thought I had to be. It hadn’t occurred to me that I could be a good mom and play WoW at the same time. I thought that to have one, I’d have to give up on the other. But I was missing the game, and I didn’t feel like puking all the time anymore, so I gave it another try. And I’m glad I did.
It felt like a new start. Thing that used to suck were now fresh and fun. I didn’t lose my temper as much as I used to when things didn’t go my way. I just tried again later. I worked on transmog sets, on leveling alts, on maxing professions, on achievements and grinds I had missed while I was away.
Now that we have a baby, it sure is a bit more difficult to do everything we want to do. Since Rekrsiv wants to raid, and it’s all he likes to do in game, of course we decided that I would take care of the little one while he’s with nine guildies, killing internet dragons. I enjoy a lot of stuff that doesn’t require me to commit to a rigid schedule, so it only made sense. The raid finder is good enough for me as far as raid content goes, and I can even add some flex in there once in a while since I can just leave the group whenever I need to – which is often because the baby is crying.
It was only late in the year that I discovered how much fun pet battles were, and I am now trying to catch up on collecting and battling and levelling all the things. I didn’t enjoy pet battles the first time I tried them, but they are now one of my favourite things in game, along with leveling new alts, working on professions, and working on my bucket list.
My bucket list is constantly a work in progress. Never will I be completely done with it, or that would be the day I will really quit the game for good. I keep adding things to it, things that are of long or short term goals, and there’s just too much stuff to be done that I don’t see myself running out of things to do, and that makes me really rather happy.
I’ve changed a lot as a player in the seven years I’ve played World of Warcraft. I was a noob, then a raider, then a hardcore raider, then a quitter, and now a casual faffer. I didn’t know that word until I read it on the Godmother’s blog, and I instantly loved the term.
I guess this was a very long post only to say that my WoW resolution for 2014 is to faff a whole lot more, and to be a better blogger about it. When I first started playing, Rekrsiv had thought me (or tried to) that all that mattered was raiding. If I wasn’t raiding, there was no point at all. And for him it is true, like it must be for tons of players. Back in Cataclysm, when I was still raiding, it had become a source of stress, and even though I love raiding, I just don’t have it in me anymore to commit to a raid group. I’ve discovered that for me, the pleasure of being in game, switching from one character to another, crafting things, farming items, exploring, hunting achievements, or even just picking flowers is enough to satisfy me. And it allows me to be there for my son when he needs me, because I can spend one or several hours a day playing the game, it doesn’t matter. I do what I love, and that’s all that matters. Now I just need to find more time to actually write down the things I do that make me love faffing so much. That’s a nice problem to have, if you ask me.