As you can tell from the starry pink banner and this post’s title, today (August 3) is my 48th birthday. As has been the case in most of my adulthood, this day will be your normal everyday kind of day: Work, work, work. Maybe a card or a text from family (I already received one from Mom earlier this week). Already a few birthday wishes added to my URNotAlone profile’s guestbook (a big “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” banner is added to members’ profiles when it’s their birthday). And perhaps a little bit of relaxation when I finally get home.
I say “when I finally get home” as I’ve been a rather busy girl of late, especially with putting my nose to the proverbial grindstone at work. And I’ll be pretty busy the rest of this month as well. Here in Madison, a small, trans-oriented art and performance exhibition is scheduled for the last weekend of this month. I’ve become so enamored of late by presenting my poetry and storytelling before live audiences (and doing so as Allison), which propelled me to submit my poems for consideration to this event. If they approve, I’ll get all dolled up and step up to the microphone before my fellow trans sisters and brothers for the first time (hope it won’t be a tough crowd).
A weekend before that, Madison will have its annual LGBT pride event. And the trans support group I’ve been attending will have an entry in the parade. All of our “T’s” and “I’s” need to be crossed and dotted yet, but I can’t wait for Madison to see us. What’s more, I’m hoping to march with my group as Allison for the very first time. I’m so excited.
And this very weekend will be the 30-year reunion of my high school graduating class. Am I nervous about it? A little bit, as I wonder how much time, adulthood, and our current society have changed my fellow Class of 1987 graduates. The reunion came, for me at least, on rather short notice, so I’m not sure how many of my class will be able to attend. Still, I’m actually looking forward to the event… even though I’ve never been the party girl-type, nor did I socialize very much in high school. Plus, it’ll be interesting to see how much our home town, a rather small Northern Wisconsin hamlet, has changed (for better and for worse) in the 5 years since our previous reunion.
So, yeah, not a lot of time for me to celebrate turning 48. But as I noted above, I’ve gotten used to the 3rd day of August feeling like any of the other 364 days of the year, and that’s okay. But know that if you wish me a happy birthday, I’ll send gratitude and thanks your way. Hope you have your own very nice day.