Meanwhile this week just flew by. I've been really busy again. On Wednesday, after that meeting and presentation, I saw my therapist for our regular private session, then headed to my mother-in-laws place to visit with her and fix a few odds and ends. Thursday was mostly prep and errand running for an event I did on Friday.
Friday was the big day. I helped run an event, showing the movie
"The Freedom To Marry" up at the Unitarian Universalist church, as a fundraising event for a local LGBTQ support organization. Through considerable effort, we managed to get 110 paying customers there on a Friday night, at a church, to see a documentary film. I'd say it was a successful event.
It was about marriage, though. People seeking to join in partnership for mutual love and companionship... Naturally it got me to think about my marriage, 39 years ending next Wednesday. I'll be single then, and living on my own as a singe adult for the first time in my life. It is a very bittersweet event.
The UU church offers a monthly support group for folks going through major life transitions. I think I qualified, so I headed to the Saturday morning group meeting. Yup. That helped. We talked, I listened, I passed out my contact info cards, and even hung out for a while afterward with one of the other folks, swapping life stories and doing a little tech support for her. That was nice. Human connection is something basic but important to our lives.
Saturday afternoon and evening I got to relax at a pool party with my trans women's social support group. That was nice, too. Pool, BBQ, good conversation with friends and some spouses.
On Sunday I was at the UU church for services and the coffee klatch, and hung out chatting with one of my friends well into the afternoon. I finally excused myself, and headed downtown for what might have been the biggest single event I've had in months.
I met my 26 year old youngest daughter, the one who lives with Mom, for dinner and our second meeting after my going full-time. This was very different from the first meeting that my mother-in-law had arranged.
She saw me, walked up and immediately hugged me.
That's a breakthrough right there. We spent two hours at dinner chatting and catching up, with me trying very hard to use my deep listening tools to pay close attention to everything she was saying, and deliberately making the conversation about her. (Too much 'me', not enough 'her' has been an issue in the past.). She seemed to be having a good time, and was pretty relaxed with me by the end of the dinner. We hugged again in parting as she headed home.
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I just got home from my two 2 hour electrolysis sessions, my electro-Mondays, and realized this hadn't posted. (Oops...). When I was writing it last night I was interrupted by a phone call from a friend, and we spent a couple hours straight gabbing away till midnight. She had called to let me know about a meeting, and the topic drifted a bit over the next couple hours.
I think I'm showing signs of cultural assimilation...