Yesterday, while preparing to leave for work, I was putting on my shoes and bantering with my roomie/bestie Linda as usual: a typical day. She said "have a good day" and I replied "living the dream."
That's when my two remaining brain cells nudged me.
I was sitting on the couch while wearing a dress. I was also wearing a bra which supported my own breasts, pantyhose (yes, I'm old), and pierced hoop earrings. I was also fully made up and had styled my hair. I was dressed as the woman I am.
I thought for a moment about that. For so many years, this WAS the dream- an impossible dream. The idea of stepping out the door, never mind going to work, dressed this way, was so beyond possibility that I didn't dare even consider it.
Yet I've been doing that very thing for almost eleven years.
Yes, I've paid the very steep price (and will do so the rest of my life), but also yes- I guess I AM living the dream!
And so I went to work.
Be well.
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