{"id":39,"date":"2014-10-05T06:30:00","date_gmt":"2014-10-05T06:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/ait\/?p=39"},"modified":"2018-02-21T22:23:42","modified_gmt":"2018-02-22T02:23:42","slug":"day-13-decisions-decisions-decisions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/possiblegirl.com\/sotheresthat\/day-13-decisions-decisions-decisions\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 13: Decisions, Decisions, Decisions"},"content":{"rendered":"

I wake up early Saturday and my mind is racing. About everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

And in a moment of extreme clarity (or extreme insanity), I make a decision.<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m selling the house and moving to NYC (and yes, the line, “Fuck it, I’m going to Narnia” does run through my head).<\/span><\/p>\n

Why? To be brutally honest, nothing is keeping me in Maryland once both my boys are in school. Because NYC is one of the few places that might accept me for who I really am. More so than Maryland at least. At least I won’t get stares for colorful hair ties on my wrist.<\/span><\/p>\n

I suddenly feel free. To be who I am. To start a new life.<\/span><\/p>\n

That said, I wouldn’t be moving until August, but I feel like the decision has been made. The dice have been rolled. So let it be written, so it shall be done. Blah, blah, blah.<\/span><\/p>\n

I start padding around the house (in boy mode) exclaiming wildly, I don’t need THAT. Or THAT. Or THAT chair. GONE!<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s like I’m purging my old life to get ready for my new one. Amazing year indeed.<\/span><\/p>\n

My son wakes up and I tell him my decision. And we are perhaps closer than we’ve ever been. Laughing, joking, dancing. Okay, I’m dancing, he’s staring at me like I’ve lost yet another marble.<\/span><\/p>\n

He works at the nearby movie theater and due to Computer Tsunami 2014, my playlist has been stagnant for nearly three weeks. Why don’t you provide the music for our drive?<\/span><\/p>\n

He looks at me, thinks for a moment, then smiles and says, yeah, that’d be cool.<\/span><\/p>\n

We get in the car, he fires up his iPhone and selects the first song. A Brony song.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pony, pony, blah blah blah, then…<\/span><\/p>\n

Isn’t it great to be different?<\/i><\/span>
\n Isn’t it wonderful to be exactly who you are?<\/i><\/span>
\n When you learn to start accepting yourself<\/i><\/span>
\n You’ll become a shining star<\/i><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

We hit a stop light and I ask him to hit pause. He stares at me, a little taken aback.<\/span><\/p>\n

I laugh through another bout of tears and tell him I’d like to get him to work without crashing the damn car due to another crying jag.<\/span><\/p>\n

We both laugh and it’s all good. In other wave of synchronicity, the song is by Forest Rain, his favorite Brony musician. And transgendered.<\/span><\/p>\n

It seems the person I feared who would be the least understanding of my plight is perhaps the most supportive. Genuinely supportive.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps this won’t be so lonely and scary after all.<\/span><\/p>\n

Note: When I began transitioning in 2014, I was known by my nickname DiG, which sufficed until I learned my mom had chosen Jennifer had my birth gone differently. So for historical sake, I leave my posts and podcasts as originally conceived, but know that my name is and apparently always was Jen.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
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