As long time readers are aware, I occasionally get hung up on my hopeless singledom. I won’t say it invades my every thought and usually I can go weeks, even months without stressing about it. Last night was not one of those times however. Hence this weeks poetry.
When I was in my mid twenties I noticed my circle of friends drifting apart. Some of us were getting married and having families. Some of us decided to return to school, and others decided to go out and check what the world had to offer. Continue reading
I am fully aware that I am at best a socially awkward person. I used to say I am anti-social, but that is not true. I like people, even the ones I don’t like. Afraid of other people, however, is an entirely different thing. Continue reading
It has been a weird first week of work. I am still getting used to the evening schedule. I had not realized how quickly one can get back on a regular day schedule and how much that can throw you off. Things, on the whole with this new gig are going well. I am meeting new people, learning new things about myself and I am working at something amazingly positive. Continue reading
I cannot complain too much about life. I am surrounded by people who love me, accept me and value my opinions and contributions. That said, life has thrown more than a few curves. Just being a trans woman is challenging enough. We grew up relatively (by Western standards) poor. Continue reading