Just be present

For many years I resisted exposing my children to who I am and so, as I had dinner yesterday with my 27 year old daughter at a local haunt, I sometimes had flashes of how surreal this would have been in the not too distant past. For her it's just no big deal

People know me in my neighborhood and one of the older servers made a point to grab my attention and say hello as she passed by. I was last here with my mother and youngest sister less than 2 weeks ago. 

Baby boomers not unexpectedly have the lowest percentage of LGBTQ identification and my children's generation has the highest. This isn't because they put something in the water but because we were so restricted. 

I read something recently which I now know to be true. First you suffer from dysphoria, then once you address it you go on to euphoria. The last phase is to stop thinking about gender because you are just living your normal day to day. That last clean up step is where I am now where the reflexes just do their thing on auto pilot. 

Tomorrow I have a brunch with Louise and Nicole who I have not seen for a while. There is nothing to overthink or glamorize other than just to be totally present for them and to be at peace.