Good Memory

I am a little bit late with this, but only because I feel asleep shortly after getting home from work last night. I wanted to record that yesterday marks one year after one of the best days of my life. It was a day where I must have totally looked insane to my friends, but it was the first time in over a decade that I had worn women's clothes and to my surprise I thought I looked pretty good.

Don't get me wrong, the clothes were not the important part of that day - clothes are just clothes. At this point in life though I had revealed to my friends, family and co-workers that I was transgendered. I knew having people know meant that I didn't need to try to be someone I wasn't, and I was finally going to be able to act naturally. To be honest I didn't expect much more than that of my 'transition'. I fully expected that I would find a place in life where I could balance my feminine feelings with an masculine appearance but I didn't know where along the female <-> male spectrum I'd find that balance. It was that night one year ago, when I saw how I looked in those clothes, that I realized that the balance point would be a lot further to the female side than I had originally considered. It was the first time I had realized that I could actually live what had been a lifelong dream.

My life really did change that day, and I have to thank Joanne for it. She was always there to encourage me and support me, but best of all she pushed me. She helped me find out what I really had inside me. She made me feel like I wasn't even just normal, but that to her I was special. Despite the daunting situation of changing genders I was able to actually do it with pride because Joanne not only displayed faith in me but she proved to me that I was worthy of it.