It's always nice to have something to look at in a post. I just saw this adorable picture of one of my best blogger-friends, Sara, and thought I'd share it with you. Sara is so cute that, if aliens come, she'll be the first to get abducted. Sorry, Sara, but that's the price of beauty...
I never talk about my job on this blog but I need to say how hard its demands have been this month. For some reason, my work-calendar was crammed with heavy lifting. I just finished most of it and it all went fabulous well (I made a fortune), but the personal cost was real.
I stress about work-matters every day, all day, wake up horribly early (half out of anxiety and half to get things done) and find it hard to carve out time to blog and read blogs. There are numerous ideas I want to post; I especially want to do more outfit-posts; I've been struggling lately to find the time for that. Please bear with me during this busy period which should be ending soon.
I've laid some foundation for the video I want to create but it's a bigger job than I expected. I want the vlog to be worthy of your attention and, to achieve that, several elements need to be coordinated. I'm reviewing my music-library now for an appropriate soundtrack. (I don't do anything half-assed.)
Recently, I mentioned the delicate issue of my informing real-world friends about my transgendered nature. Something happened in that direction this week. At my Oscar-party, the subject of Twitter came up and, feeling comfortable among friends, I revealed I have a Twitter-account.
Debbie, a friend I've known for 12 years, went home, searched for and found my account, and travelled here to my blog where she learned things about me she never knew. She e-mailed me and said she needed to talk.
We met in person. Debbie said she loved me and is grateful for our warm friendship. I told her I love her and am equally grateful. Debbie said she was overwhelmed by a recent e-mail I sent her in which I wrote that I have a "high opinion" of her. I told her it is true and that she deserves to feel praised by others. Then she cried. Debbie had a hard childhood and has always had troubles with self-esteem: I know this and support her every chance I get. I look for opportunities to bolster her self-confidence.
Later, Debbie said that the issue of my transgenderism is unimportant to her and that whatever I need to do to live authentically is okay with her. She said we could go shopping for clothes some day. I thanked her for that acceptance.
With many people, it's hard to predict how they will react to news that shakes what they believe about you. People make assumptions and, until you correct inaccuracies in those assumptions, they go on believing them. My giving this information to people who have beliefs about who I am creates unpredictable situations. Fortunately, with Debbie, it went the right way. (Whew!)
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