Transgendering Your Life
(or, did Albert Brooks lay a moderately successful film on a foundation of the transgender experience?)
I have been experiencing some serious déjà vu on the introspection front recently. It has been akin to an intellectual bunny hop across a dance floor of doubt, questioning my sanity — or at least my acuity — in the conga line. It has been an endless cycle of learning more about myself and the woman I have been in denial over for 50 years. Omg that seems impossible… How could it be over 50 years that I have struggled to find answers to all this?
I just can’t find the answers to the questions that keep going through my mind…
Isn’t it time? Isn’t it time you took time to wait?
At the suggestion of my counselor Joan, I have been immersing myself in a Brené Brown Stew. She has been on my phone and in my head. I have been discovering that in order to live an authentic life, I must embrace that which makes me vulnerable. In my case, this means embracing and owning that I am a transgender woman. Additionally, I have been learning that which makes me vulnerable is also what makes me beautiful.
Deep sigh.
