Gratitude had nowhere else to go, so it overflowed, and...
I AM grateful.
Thursday, I find out the director of the Grand Rapids Triathlon and Michigan Titanium triathlon submits me as a case to USA Triathlon's Diversity and Inclusion coordinator, trying to find out what she can do for me. This director knows that estrogen isn't a performance enhancer, and in the age groups, it doesn't matter.
Yesterday, while I still haven't submitted for laser hair removal (imagined ouchies), I still get my chest waxed. The woman who does it loves me like I'm a sister. It helps that the salon let me take a nap on the couch, since I had 40 minutes before my appointment.
On the way home, I realized I have so many Mama Bears I can't count them all, and so many people who have helped me along as I adjust to hormones and life outside the closet door. I imagine the laughs as I describe the effects of the hormones as your way of welcoming me to the club, and telling me where to find the chocolate and the wine.
I've been stressed that I might have to defer grad school because I couldn't swing a $300 deposit. The admissions counselor called yesterday and told me that was covered, as well as the fact I got a $10,000 scholarship.
So grateful that even though I can't run, I push myself through a high agility workout (TurboFire) without using the modifiers. Yeah, I felt it, but when you're in an amazing mood...
And even now, even though the world sleeps, that I'm up and ready to attack the day with fresh energy... with all my sisters behind me.
All that is on the Anti-List.