The catalysts vary – a gorgeous view, a look from someone I love deeply, a wet dog nose nuzzled into my neck in the morning, singing in the car, or breathing hard on a hike.
The last eight months have been full of transitions and lessons and struggle. I’ve hurt, been hurt and healed. I hope I’ve grown.
I can say how I feel. I can say no, thank you, and I don’t have to do what everyone else does for fear of what they will think. I know where my limits and boundaries are. If I like to do something, I will, and if it really isn’t my bag, I won’t. I know that someone who really loves me will also love whatever body I’m in. When I’m angry, I’ll tell you, and damn it, if I want to yell about something, I’ll do that too.
Last night I was moved by honest words -- the type that come from a place of reflection and make the world a better place for being spoken. Our last few weeks have been a discovery process where I felt buffeted by waves of revelation that I wasn’t sure I could handle. But I’m a different person now than I was a year ago, and everything else has changed as well.
Someone loves and respects me like no other before, and my life is infinitely richer because of him.
