There are times that I reflect on my life experiences. I ask myself why did I experience this? Why did I not go to that place? Were these experiences a part of my transition?
I remember one occasion in 2010 when I was in the East Village sitting in a courtyard of a church. Memories of all my life experiences flooded into my mind. The books that I read, the first time I attended church dressed in women's clothing, the people who would become my friends. Alas, I understood that life's journey took me to places I never would have gone.
What helped me was that I was compelled to move forward despite my fears. It was also my knack of being drawn to unusual people and places. I concluded that this was the plan for my life.
Now in my late seventies, I seek new horizons. I cherish the moments I'm currently in. The free spirit in me must trek on. I'm excited about life will present to me.
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