2015 was a pretty spectacular year for your favorite butch blogger.
I landed a publishing contract and my book, Leaving Normal: Adventures in Gender, was released on June 26. If you’re keeping score at home, that’s the same day the U.S. Supreme Court issued its marriage equality ruling.
W and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary.
Call me a sucker for a head of feathered hair back in the day.
I not only survived my first public speaking gig but shined. Like Farrah Fawcett’s pretty feathered hair circa 1974.
I was sitting in my writers’ group right before the holidays thinking about how far I’ve come and outlining goals for 2016. I was feeling joyful and content surrounded by writers who are not only colleagues but friends.
And that’s when I realized how close I am to having it all figured out. To being happy and content in all aspects of my life.
W and I always talk about being “on the verge.” You know that place, don’t you?
Sure, things are good now. But you’re on the verge of something better. You’re almost there. You’re so close. You just need to figure one thing out, work on that one last thing.
I have this copied in my quote journal:
“I’ll probably really figure out exactly how to be alive right when I’m gasping for my last breath.”
— Jane Hamilton, The Book of Ruth
Do I smell an Emmy? And Tony for the musical version?
I used to think that would be me. Having a giant epiphany about how to live when I’m on my deathbed. It would be so dramatic. Hilary Swank would play me in the Lifetime made for TV movie. The all-flannel wardrobe would be designed by Michael Kors or maybe the guy who designs the Chaps brand for Kohl’s.
I had a real epiphany at my writers’ group that day. We’re always “on the verge.” All of us. At least if you’re growing. That’s life. One verge after another.
The trick is to enjoy the ride.
So, 2016? Bring it on.
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What about you? What are you on the verge of in 2016?