I am a particularly Weird Geek Girl
I want to appear normal - within limits.
I wish I had more children.
I hate hating, even when it's justifiable.
I love cuddling with my son.
I miss never being able to be a mother.
I fear that I'm hurting those I care for.
I hear sulphur-crested cockatoos playing in the morning.
I wonder what the heck the cause of my change is.
I regret not having been as kind as I should have been.
I am not a saint.
I dance poorly, still getting used to the new way my body moves.
I sing for my son when he's going to sleep.
I cry because I can now. The Freedom to do this is wonderful
I am not always obsessed with transition.
I make with my hands model railway scenery.
I write this blog.
I confuse a lot of people.
I need to help those who weren't so lucky, injustice and unfairness offends me
I should be getting on with my PhD work and not goofing off like this.
I start things by preparing good foundations first.
I finish things at the last moment too often.
I tag you, the reader of this.