This time last year I was on the brink stepping out into the light, I knew it was what I had to do but wasn’t sure if the person I would be exposing to the world would be ready for the challenge, or if even if she had what it takes. I swore to myself that 30 would be the first year of the rest of my life, and it truly was

The biggest event for me was an epiphany of sorts. I didn’t need to meet any of the many preconditions for transition that I had been clinging to. I didn’t need a medical diagnosis, or hormones, or every facial hair removing or the blessing of the people around me. The real me, suppressed for so may years was banging at the door, her desperation for freedom was frightening and deeply disturbing, and instead of finding new ways to keep her at bay, all I had to do was open the door. I just needed to do it and I could and I did.

In that sense, the biggest changes in a year that saw me come out to every one, transition to living full time, legally changing my name (Trinity of course) and the end of my marriage were for the most part internal. The girl I had caged was free.

I’m at a loss for words to describe how much today has meant to me. A make over, chocolate, flowers and the company of my daughter and two true friends. Thank you, today has been the single best birthday I have ever had. I love you all so much.