The Change. Pt 1.

Call her pumpkin spice

Manifesting. Positive Energy. Faith. I’m not sure how it all works together, but it does. I had someone turn down buying my truck on Tuesday to “think about it.” I asked for the truck to sell this week to someone who needed it. That happened today. 😮 Someone mentioned auburn hair. I thought it sounded […]

A change is coming.

Kate the Audi in Black and White

Tomorrow. Part one happens tomorrow.

I tried blonde. Now I’m going to try something different. I’m excited. If it turns out – amazeballs. If it doesn’t? I can try something else.

Life. Is. Good. :)

Her name is T Jay

Really.

It’s good. If I didn’t have down times I wouldn’t be human.

I’m sitting here in my comfy chair, listening to music, typing on my laptop and I am content.

Update.

through something difficult.

Whoosh!

It’s what my life feels like right now. I’ve had every intention of writing regularly. Posting updates. Getting into vlogging. The whole all of it. Here we are nearing the end of July. I barely know which way is up currently. When I find out, I’ll write more. Thanks for sticking around this long. I […]

Still here.

A musk thistle

It hit me today. I’m going to miss a significant portion of my kids lives because I’m transgender.

Let’s hit reset.

Hot air balloons over Village Lake

I started this blog amid massive life changes and deep emotional trauma. It was exactly the outlet I needed as I began to process all of it. ALL. OF. IT.

It’s time to hit reset.

It’s not my fault.

A quick wildflower digital art piece

Before coming out I was really good at one thing in particular. Holding on to the pain and misery of it “being all my fault.” All of the fucking time.

It still hurts.

Colors after the rain

It.Still.Fucking.Hurts. I wasn’t enough. I’m not worth knowing. I did irreparable damage over 15 years. She’s embarrassed of me. She’s ashamed to have been married to me. She doesn’t want people to know that I’m the ex. “She’s not my husband.” Some of these I still feel so strongly at times. Others zip in and […]

Guilt and estrogen.

A spring tree against a blue sky

I haven’t written in a while. There’s a reason. Guilt. I’ve had a post about transition and divorce running circles in my head for some time. You’ll have to wait longer for that one. Thoughts are still a mess on exactly what and how I want to talk about it.