The hardest thing about this blog, i can see, will be keeping it up to date with new and exciting content.
Today i brushed my teeth and re-shaped my eyebrows may be very satisfying from my point of view: but its hardly the stuff that i imagine my readers are particularly interested in seeing day in, day out.
Because change is still there, but it is getting slower and more subtle. My friends almost all know now: telling has become a chore rather than a moment of panic.
my local Tesco are pretty much used to me in a skirt. The staff have got over their initial shock – and even talk to me as though all is ordinary. Well, almost all the staff: there is just the one security guard who still gives me strange looks.
As for name: “jane” fits more and more easily. i like to hear it: like to be called by MY name now – and if there’s still a step to go in terms of working out whether to keep surname to go with it, or change altogether, well: that’s a debate still to be had.
Alright: one small new experience. Not the newness of skirts, but the familiarity of them. Today, walking upstairs, i caught myself moving as someone who is used to dressing this way. That is new, and maybe in a strange way its how i shall turn mundaneity into newness for a while.
First, there is the newness of things being new. Now, there is the newness of things being familiar and no longer new.
i feel very happy in myself: very very content.
if i have a wish for today, it is that others, too, can share my happiness.