A ping from my laptop this morning heralded the arrival of group chat message. It was a remarkably gentle notification for an event that carried some considerable significance for me.
Opening up the message, I was surprised to see that I had been added to Facebook group chat with nine people. Apart from two familiar names, of new, but very dear friends, the rest of the people included in the chat were unfamiliar to me.
Starting with the line “Hey Gals…..”, which of course immediately made me smile, the message delivered an invitation to a series of film evenings and “Gym Sessions.” My initial concerns about group exercising were immediately dispelled when it was revealed the Gym in question, is actually a rather splendid Bar in the centre of Town.
You may well be pondering where the huge significance is. After all this was just an invitation to watch a couple of films and drink a glass of Red Wine or three.
However what I found in that message was a degree of acceptance that once again forced me to reset my days without tears counter. To see the name Suzanne Roberta Aston, amongst a long list of other Ladies gave me goosebumps. It has been just one week since I announced my Gender Transition to my Social Network, and only a few days since an equally public sharing of my name change. Right there in my inbox was a huge tangible chunk of acceptance, and it made me very happy.
Unfortunately my head still operates a good deal faster than my heart. My heart was still revelling in the sensation of being invited, whilst my head had already moved on to “Thats nice, but I really don’t want to spoil their evening by being there.”
I’ve got a week or so to go, during which time my Heart needs to convince my Head, that its time the Purple Boots had a night out……
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