TRANS AWARENESS WEEK.

The life expectancy of a transgender person is 35. Statistically speaking this is my last year, but I’m all about defying the odds. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m loved. I am a lucky one.

The state of my “cloffice” (closet-office hybrid) is a direct match for the state on my inner world.

One look at my desk and you’ll know where in the scale of overwhelm/somethings going on, I am. Right now I’m at about an 7/10. My Cloffice is creeping up to an 8.

But before everyone freaks out and checks in on me, asking if I’m okay and how they can help, know that it’s not always bad to be high up there on the scale. Sometimes being at a 7, 8 or even 9 just means we are living a big, full sometimes stressful life. Because that’s how we grow. That’s how we change, that’s how we make our dreams come true.

LAST YEAR I PUNCHED A HOLE IN THE WALL

The reason isn’t important, I know because I truly can’t remember why I did it. I do know that never once did I punch anything before transitioning from female to male in my 30’s. For me, the thing I noticed was that all the places in life that used to make me sad didn’t anymore. Instead they filled me with rage.