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never too late

After its first year this little blog was averaging 4,000 page views per month and today it flirts with just under 20,000. I want to thank the readers who come here, hopefully find some solace in my words and sometimes even give me their feedback which only encourages me more.

Much has changed since that first post in July of 2012. Back then I was 49 years old and confused about what being trans meant for me. I didn't know how to make room for my own nature and how to fit it comfortably into my daily existence after having tried to reject it for so long.

It turns out that we can more than thrive as transgender people and we can even be happy about our difference. The world has changed dramatically since I began writing and it is changing still. The people who would see us go back into the shadows are losing their fight to the forces of kindness and understanding that light the way for the majority of humanity.

You can find your internal strength and be a vocal advocate because there has never been a better time to come out of hiding. No matter where you reside on the spectrum, your situation in life or your age, you can find allies for our cause who will support you. To date, not a single friend has rejected me and my family understands like it never has before about what makes people like us tick.

We can remake our lives at any age and begin living as we never thought was possible. Because it's never too late to begin


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  1. Hopefully, your blog will go on for at least another 12 years, Joanna. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts.

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