I'm acting with a sense of urgency. I don't waste time or opportunity. The frenzy isn't due to an awareness of mortality, although there's a bit of that. No, my heightened activity is motivated by positive force -- i.e., desire. Pent-up, half-century old desire to be my true self.
I won't bore you with tales of my past, but I'm throwing caution to the wind. Before I die, I want to live. No matter what. And that includes, very especially, women's clothes.
Here's what I wore today. It was fun to assemble and joyous to wear. I'm displaying a pin that my best friend Ashley gave me. It's cute and fit the outfit perfectly.
What do you think?
(P.S., At the end of this post is a famous poem.)
This poem was written over 300 years ago in 1648. It is called "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time."
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.