I have my habits of keeping track of where I've been, usually in words stored somewhere. Poems, stories, narratives. Debates, dialogues, discussions. My life is all about translating, not from words to words, but ideas to words to actions. The life of an educator.
Since I've decided to leave behind some important things to follow this life of becoming who I am, I think it's important to follow also whether or not I am what I think I am. If I end up being worse, then at least I can see a road backwards. If I end up being better, then at least I can see how much I've grown.
Hearts are already broken for the ways I have chosen to live, and I don't doubt more will be. The goal is to minimize the pain and find the ways to choose not to hurt anymore.
It's not good to begin things with a bit of a sullen disposition (Well begun is half done, so the man wrote and died). So, to that end, what makes me happy? Seduction and cuddling with someone who appreciates both. That's made me happy today.
So this begins, and here's seeing what tomorrow brings.