Today was intense. Woken by an insistent cat: what was he insisting? Do something about the pigeon. What pigeon? Oh hells. Not just a pigeon, but a pigeon with strong views on my intended intervention. After the pigeon debacle I had to run to a photoshoot underdressed and underprepared, precipitating the kind of gender dysphoria meltdown I rarely get any more, and for all that it was a hellish mess, I was all better a couple of hours later because these days I have a) self care skills, and b) loved ones who know just how to show up for me in moments like that. I am fortunate. And this is what growth looks like.