One Half of My life

Stanna (Femulate) had several wonderful post discussing getting out. I have few regrets in my life and realize if too much had changed, “early on” it would likely be a different person today. Like going back in a time machine - If you tinker, too much you can really mess things up in the future. Therefore, I am pleased the way things worked out. I would love to say it was great planning and execution however, as with so much in life, just plain happenstance. 

This is a note to younger self:

Do not be so afraid of what others think. Few care. If you are looking for permission, it is not going to happen. The timing will never be better than today. You will regret denying this part of your reality.

I was thin, petite, and had good hair like the stock photo to the right.  Androgynous would have worked so well for me. Cute, I could have been. The first time I ever went out as Rhonda was the fall of 1982; 35 years ago. I spent almost exactly one-half of my life wishing, but not doing. I did not wake up one morning and say, “I think today I would like to now wear a dress”. No, it was always there however, I lacked the courage. 

Transitioning or seeing myself in the “wrong body” was never a haunting specter so I put off much. I let others control me; however, the responsibility to be myself was mine. Permission was not required however I self-limited. If there are young people reading this blog then get out and enjoy/live your youth. If you are not young and have self-limited, then why are you waiting?   

The timing is never better than today. It is never too late…

1982 - My best "Tootsie" imitation.

Wow - I wonder where those boots went?