It is quarter to three as I type this, I am having trouble sleeping. I normally go to be around ten or eleven but my mind is racing, mostly with excitement. Late last week I contacted my HR representative at work and told her my sittuation and what I planned to do about it. The plan is for me to talk with my bosses tomorrow and see how they would like to handle the rest of my coworkers and the department I work in. When I get home from work there will be a lot waiting for me. I will probably be telling my fellow crew members via group email what they should expect when they see me in April. After that I will compose a Facebook post to tell the rest of my extended social circle of cousins, ex coworkers, ex band mates, friends and aquaintences.
...then I will be out...the lie will be over...and I can just get on with this process called transition...and I can begin to live fully and truthfully.
As a reward for doing this? A bunch of makeup should be ariving in the mail while I'm at work! So I get to cellebrate my freedom with a makeup party. I'll try to learn to make myself up and I will paint my nails! My appointment for my hrt readiness assessment comes at the other end of this week too. So tomorrow is just the beginning of the biggest week of my life. It is the end of a very very long winter...
