Stuck in Neutral

I think the blog standard should be at least one entry a year, or you have a derelict site. This post will double that dubious standard for the year. Yay for me!


So much happening in my life, and so little of it is relevant to this blog. The world spins dizzily 'round me, but I don't seem to be moving. One daughter has moved out with a roommate; fingers crossed that she succeeds as an independent person. My youngest just got his first job, and is starting to consider school to be more than a hobby.  Mother-in-law has passed the two year mark with us, and my wife insists that she will be out by the third anniversary. We are both beyond ready for that.


Like I said, I am mostly stationary. I am sure that I have forward gears. I have used them before. When I started blogging, I was moving much faster than was comfortable for those around me. Now I languish. I dress fully one day a month, at least when I get to the meeting. This is not forward motion. This is gunning the engine, redlining it, with the parking brake engaged. My makeup skills are improving, but there is not much satisfaction over all.


I think I have been to five of the ten meetings this year, but that will have to change. My pal, Sylvia, who has been acting director of the group for about three years, has resigned her position. She will be staying away from meetings for awhile, dealing with a case of burnout. That leaves me, dear friends, to lead this dog and pony show.

My first selfie: Future director of TransKentucky.

This is waaaay out of my comfort zone. I will be leading the November meeting, which is our Transgiving potluck. There is more physical organization of the space than actual leading for this one, so, small favors, baby steps. It is three weeks away, but the old social anxiety wells up in me if I think too long about it. I suppose I need to grow, and this might be a good step in re-engaging in both meetings and my feminine life.


If you're really nice, I might even share how it all turns out....