I went back and looked at what I wrote on this day.
2017:
Ten years ago at work they were closing down the factory where I worked for 28 years. I got my pink slip at eleven o'clock in the morning, I went home and threw out all my male clothes, and legally changed my name, changed all my documentation.
Trans-Trans- prefix on or to the other side of, beyond, over, across || from one state to another.I look in the mirror and I see a woman.But, I am I.I don’t feel any different.Will my past have to be destroyed, in order to live?Will I still be me?
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Now the years are rolling by me.They are rockin' evenlyI am older than I once wasAnd younger than I'll beBut that's not unusualNo it isn't strangeAfter changes upon changesWe are more or less the sameAfter changesWe are more or less the same
“We are more or less the same” and that is about all I can say. It hasn’t been smooth the last ten years; there have been many bumps along the road often not taken and as Kermit says “it’s not easy being green” and it is not easy being trans. But overall life has been go to me since I transitioned the positives have vastly outweighed the bad.
I don’t think I ever could go back it would seem so strange.
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Friday, June 29, 2007
It's just another daySlipping into stockings, stepping into shoesDipping in the pocket of her raincoatIt's just another day"Another Day" Paul McCartney
Monday, June 30, 2014
My Seven Year Anniversary…
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Thursday June 29, 2023
The only thing that changed is my age, and I am starting to feel it.
Brava, Diana! Great reflection. Thank you.
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