The Woman Within

“I love being a woman”.   How long will I continue to convince myself of this premise?   No, I love being myself.   Myself just happens to be a woman.   Let’s get it straight for the record shall we?   There, I said it.   Without argument, I do love it when I wake up in the morning with an entire essay in my head.   Swirling clouds of thoughts materialize themselves as concrete and lucid entities that are clear as day.   I love it even more when I read an article a day later and realize I am not alone in my thoughts.   That love quickly fades to a sense of realization and this is where the writing begins…… In comparison to women who have lived their lives as women from day one, I haven’t been around on the planet for all that long to share in the “amazing” experience.   No.   I’ve been able to live my life from the perspective of a woman starting at the tender age of 45 years old.   Heck, by actuary statistics, I was well beyond the half way point of my lifespan when I came out