Maybe this life is not for me

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I am not happy with what happened today, no I am not happy at all. I feel as if I am a fraud or a hypocrite.

With that opening line, maybe some information would be helpful.

I am having my house worked on. It really is a simple job that I thought should get done. The ceiling in the first room of my house is 50 shades of ugly. One section fell down six months ago and the guy who put up the drywall never did any finishing work. Other areas were beginning to sag, you could tell where things were patched, you could see the screws were I did emergency repairs (the reason the first section fell was because when I added insulation I didn't know the drywall was just up there and not anchored into the beams).

Anyway, I hired this guy, Joe (really is his name) to do the work for me. He was supposed to come in the beginning of the week but didn't make it until yesterday and today (he called in advance to know of the change in plans, he didn't just decided to show up 5 days late). So Joe shows up this morning like he said he was going to and I was home from work and then I realized "Hey, I have to go to church."

You wouldn't think that was such a big idea, except for the fact that I never bothered to tell Joe I was trans and introduced myself to him by my birth name and pretty much wore my slumming around clothes around him. So now I had a dilemma on my hand. My original idea was to go out in my slumming around clothes and slip my dress on down the road somewhere. My second idea was to sneak out the back door. I was embarrassed to be who I was and that really bothers me. It gets me thinking that if I'm embarrassed, maybe I shouldn't be on this journey in the first place. It even bothers me that it bothers me.

What am I ashamed of?
I think I need to reevaluate my life and decide if I'm going to continue. The problem is, I have someone in my life who I am head over heals in love with and it's not fair to them if I'm not sure who I am.

I wish life got easier instead of harder.

In the end I decided to dress for church and leave. No hiding, no tricks, no nothing. But still, I was embarrassed to be me and I don't want to live that way.

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