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Free Spirit

Comments on my recent post about dealing with the temptation to get my ears pierced ran inevitably toward the idea that one should do what makes one happy, especially when it comes to one’s body.

I replied there and repeat here, that we live among people, and the quality of our lives depends to a great extent on the relationships we create.

To be able to put at risk relationships that have endured decades on the hope that others of comparable richness will rise to take their place is an act of courage, no doubt.

I understand that a person has to be true to herself. But, in many issues – and perhaps in most of the issues of complex soul-searching – the truth is not so clear, at least to me.

Others seem to see my true nature so much more clearly than I can, and I have to ask myself whether I am being dense or they are jumping to unwarranted conclusions.

I know that a big part of my hesitation is that I am at a stage where moving forward is a big step – perhaps not so much externally as conceptually. Not moving forward is also a big decision, but not deciding is less so.

It would be nice to just allow myself to float the way my emotions lead.

I have often admired the free spirit, the person who goes their own way and is so interesting, unique, full of life! Thing is, it’s a high-risk game of chance; these people are the most intoxicating of souls when it all somehow comes together, but they are quite a mess otherwise.

Come to think of it, crossdressing, transgenderizing or otherwise jumping the gender tracks is a form of the free spirit, and indeed it throws off the very same wide chasm between outcomes, from the utterly bewitching to the painfully off-putting. Statistics be damned, the bell curve is, by my view, inverted when it comes to people living “free.” The boring middle class is the minority.

Perhaps then, I have allowed myself to take a shot at being that elusive free spirit through Janie. Perhaps I do it because I can, and because it allows me to be outside the constraints of “normality.” Perhaps I believe that it makes me a more interesting person than I was, or perhaps I am seeing all the rewards clearly and missing the reality of the risks (as they haven’t come home to roost, yet).

Only thing I know is that, at least for now, it makes me happy.