And that was my transition, folks
It's weird how little I wanted to record the more active parts of my transition. Or maybe not - maybe I knew deep inside it was a very ephemeral stage, where words wouldn't help sort the muddle anyway and living in the moment was my best bet.
But that part is pretty much over, and now I'm left with what to do with the rest of this life I get to have as a man.
I know it isn't what I'm doing right now, a barista at 1369. I love everyone who works there, and I enjoy seeing our clients and regulars. But I don't make enough money to chip away at my various debts and whenever I have a bad day I feel not just like the day was shitty, but my whole life is shitty (which is a strong sign I need a change).
So maybe now's the time to start blogging again, to try to figure out what comes next.
But that part is pretty much over, and now I'm left with what to do with the rest of this life I get to have as a man.
I know it isn't what I'm doing right now, a barista at 1369. I love everyone who works there, and I enjoy seeing our clients and regulars. But I don't make enough money to chip away at my various debts and whenever I have a bad day I feel not just like the day was shitty, but my whole life is shitty (which is a strong sign I need a change).
So maybe now's the time to start blogging again, to try to figure out what comes next.