Progress Takes Many Forms I

Just had not one, but *two* of those nice little "oh wow" moments that pop up every now and then during my transition.

And in just 30 minutes. :c)




I was up quite late last night chatting with Miss JC (and thank you again, sweetie; it was SO great catching up!!!). And as soon as we finished, I *had* to write a post about it. Never argue with the muse, I always say!

Consequently, I woke up later than usual, and have been slightly out of sync all day. Out of sync in a pleasant way... but still out of sync, even by my usual scatter-brained standards. :c)

Some things were the same. I spilled my morning coffee, for instance, and tripped over a pile of laundry I had just made a mental note NOT to trip over. But still, I felt a bit more absent-minded than usual.

It was a lovely early spring day here - chilly, but with plentiful bright sunshine. So naturally I took advantage of it by... cleaning my apartment. (Don't mock - even a nightlight represents a burn risk for we fair-skinned Irish lasses...)

I got a lot done - not everything I wanted, but I put a good dent into my spring cleaning. I'll work on finishing the rest bit by bit during the week. (Oh, and before some smarta** asks: no, I did *not* wear a French maid's outfit!)

Anyway, I worked all afternoon before calling it a day around 6:30 or so. I decided to brush my teeth before I headed out for a cup of coffee.

I'd brushed them when I woke up, but I am a good doobie, so one more time wouldn't hurt. As I gave my molars a good going over, a thought suddenly popped into my head:

Did I shave today?

I honestly couldn't remember. Again, par for the course as my inner blonde asserts herself... but I was genuinely flummoxed.

And that's when the "oh wow" moment took place.

I looked in the bathroom mirror...

And I couldn't tell.

I had a *heavy* beard pre-electrolysis. If I was going out somewhere special at night (a rarity, granted, but play along), I would have to shave a second time.

But now, after seven-plus months of electrolysis, I simply could not tell from looking at my reflection.

I leaned in as close as I could.

Still not sure.

Finally, I ran my hand along my neck, where we still haven't done much beyond several laser treatments.

And then I realized...

I had not, in fact, shaved today.

Like most of us, I loathe shaving with a passion.

I know I have to get rid of the remainder of my beard, and have ongoing touchups to rid myself of the  stragglers who can't seem to take a hint.

But this day, I had a big smile during the few seconds it took me to shave and moisturize.

:-)

Pt. II to follow!

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To commemorate what a lovely - albeit chilly - early spring day it was, a song from my favorite Beatles album:

And one more, since it's simply not possible to have too much Beatles:

The "she," incidentally, is actually Peter Fonda! (Honest!)