I really don’t know what to call this. I got my referral. I’ve been promoted. I have a pay rise. How much could I ask for? I just want to dance. I just want to jump and scream and shout. To think, four years ago I was a wreck. I couldn’t get out of bed. I spent most of my time drunk. I had no ambition or direction and I was scared to death of what and who I was. I was a mess and I know it. I knew what I had to do.
In 2011 I came out. A scared little mouse who thought that she would never amount to anything, despite her bravado. Over the intervening four years, she slowly built herself up. Friends who laughed at her in the beginning began to realise she was serious. They noticed a change in her and, over time, saw the she, not the he. People who knew her and interacted with her on a daily basis became used to the woman they saw, realising that the man they knew had never really been there. He had simply been a holding pattern, a temporary image while she sorted herself out. After a time, he faded, from life, from memory and only she remained. She who should have been there at the beginning, she who had always been there, hiding, afraid to come out, like a scared little mouse. She, who now roared like a lioness and took the world by storm.
And now? I’m the Ops Manager of the single largest IT community project in the area. I have my own place. I’m financialy secure and I’m married to an absolutely gorgeous woman.
Watch out for this lioness. She bites.