Okay, here's the deal. It's time. It's time for me to take the one last really big step for me to keep my life on the path it's headed. I am going to my mom's with plans to come out to her tomorrow. I'll be there until Sunday morning, at which point I will get in my car, breathe a heavy, heavy sigh of relief, probably cry a lot, and get home in time for church, where I will likely cry some more. Then I'll have lunch with my small group co-facilitator and get my mind off of it, and later in the evening on Sunday I'll go to a concert with a friend and keep my mind off of it.
This has been a long time coming. I'm convinced it's time to do it now. I'm ready for the relief having it done will provide, but I am very nervous about the next two days. How nervous am I? I'm eating a lot of junk food. I can't concentrate. I have a crazy rash on my neck. And, I've barely slept for the past four nights.
I just want it over with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ETA: You can bet I won't be taking this article (via LutheranChik) with me when I go. To think, leaders in the denomination of my youth would have encouraged my mom to have me genetically altered so that I would be heterosexual! I'm speechless....