Sunday evening reflections

After a busy weekend, Sunday evening comes. The log fire flickers warming and welcoming. A lovely beef roast and a bottle of good wine to share with my sweet wife

I have the urge to get out of my jeans and put on a long skirt. Moments later in skirt and loose jumper I can really relax.

Now well on my transition path, for the first time in my 65+ years I am truly being me.

Saddest thing is, in all that time, I didn’t know I wasn’t being me.

No time for regrets, life is too short. Carpe Diem


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