Tomorrow may or may not be a 'big' day. I may or may not hear back from Planned Parenthood. And if I do hear back, what I hear may or may not be what I hope to hear. I was thinking those things earlier today while I was outside wearing one of my favorite dresses and hand watering apple trees. For no reason at all, I began dancing between apple trees. Regardless of what tomorrow brings, I cherish the joy of being a woman (I have never danced in my small orchard while wearing Levis and a flannel shirt--my go to 'guy' apparel). Since accepting my gender variance and embracing my femineity, I have been so much happier despite the drama and angst, the lost friends and family ties. So, dear friends, fingers crossed tomorrow brings good news. But if it doesn't, I am determined to keep dancing.