Today was rough. Brutal. Soul-crushing.
And here’s the thing about that. The last several weeks have been wonderful. I’ve shared my gender identity with a few co-workers, and that’s gone well. I’ve been feeling more like myself, even though most of my life is still in the closet. I’ve felt like I’m making progress.
But unforeseen shit happened, and it was unfun. The opposite of fun. Shitty, to be precise. Porta-Potty at a music festival where they serve cheap nachos with ex-lax queso shitty.
I cried. (Wept, really, but who’s keeping score?) I was down for a while. I’m still not at 100%, but I’ll rebound.
Such is life, right?
All that to say, more updates coming soon. I haven’t forgotten this little blog. I will write more.
In the meantime, know that I’m still kickin’.