I cry more these days.
Some may ascribe it to hormonal changes.
These tiny marvels of femininity are transforming me. But no they are not the main cause; they are
an accelerator. I’ve always been
emotional – isn’t that the politically incorrect description for males who have
feminine tendencies such as tears?
I cry as a sign of my passion for life. Sometimes the drive and desire for my true
being to project full-time overwhelms and I can’t restrain the need to let the
feelings pour out of me like the rapids in a swollen river.
Tears make me stronger – they do not weaken me. I am discovering myself every day, a new and
exciting person was shackled and sequestered for too long. The Countess of Monte Cristo comes to mind
(Yes I know I feminized but I do have poetic license – honestly I just had my
license renewed!).
I hid, unsuccessfully, behind the façade of convention. No more my friends, no more. I have pride and experience joy every day
over my newly acquired freedom. I give
myself kudos for surviving this long without all of the marbles slipping
through the loosening knot on my marble bag.
And lest I be short-sighted, I want to thank the love in my
life. She inspires, supports, encourages
and loves me for who I am with no pretention or conditions. My closest friends to whom I bear my heart
and rend my soul continue to encourage me through their sisterly love and
affection.
Life is meant to be lived.
I encourage you, within whatever constraints exist in your world, to live. You deserve it. Every passing day in the shadows is one less
day to enjoy the liberation, the joy and completeness.
I love my life. Let
me know how I can help you to love yours.
Love and hugs, Nikki DiCaro
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