When we start a transition the way is laid out before us in seemingly enormous lengths of time, a year for this, two years for that etc. It seems like it would never end yet here I am four years past my trip to Brighton to be reborn.
For Caroline, those dark and dreary says of winter, in Scotland, couldn't end fast enough. They seemed to last forever, peaking around the holidays. That was prior to her transition. Now, the days are still dreary, but that's outside. Inside Caroline, the days are brighter. Go read, Life just gets better, a rare post from a once prolific blogger.
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