I suspect it’s common, but my life is one of transitions.
Straight. Bi. Gay. Bi. Engaged. Single. Married. Open. Trans. Divorced. Closed. Married.
Catholic, questioning, athiest, spirtiual.
Over-employed, under-employed, over-employed, self-employed, self-employed with part-time job, full-time job with part-time business. Next full-time job with part-time business, full-time business with part-time job. One full-time business and one part-time business.
Coworkers. Friends. Romantics. Best friends. Colleagues and besties. Friends? Best friends.

Upon reflection of it, my life feels like I’m re-watching a movie at 4x speed. I remember bits and pieces as the scenes flash by, but the details are blurry.

Today marks the formal creation of my next business, completely unrelated to the existing software company. It marks the last day working at the Vermont Network, and possibly, if all goes according to plan, my last day working for others–forever. And it may also represent a difficult phase of my relationship with someone quite close to me. We’re at a crossroads, things are tough. I feel like shit. Yet, I’m happy about these other things. Or, at least, I’m trying to be. I feel joyful, and at the same time I feel hollow. Things are falling in place and yet also falling apart. I feel insane. I’m stretched to the limit, and this one thing is what’s breaking me. I am trying to be happy and celebrate all the great things, and I’m overwhelmed with emotion at the closure and beginnings.

My colleagues at the Network today did some incredible things for me that I will never forget. We had a staff meeting. The last 15 minutes were dedicated as “Sparkle”, which was an opportunity for my coworkers — who were all wearing glitter on their faces in my honor — to say nice things to me and write nice notes to me, and cover them in sparkles and hearts. It was so, so thoughtful and sweet. I cried. Then, they did a flash mob dance for the Catch Catch song by Yena — for which I am entirely obssessed with at the moment. The flash mob included one of my personal heroes who co-wrote and sponsored an inclusive bathroom bill here in Vermont almost a decade ago. I will cherish that memory forever. I was honored.

I have only cried this much at work before when things are bad. I’ve never felt so much love and adoration from a team before. I wonder if that is what family can feel like? I’ve never known family in that way, so I’m not really sure. But, it’s a nice thought to imagine. And maybe one day soon when I am a mom, I will be able to create that environment for my child.

Here’s to the Network, the people in it, and everyone in life who continues to inspire me. I wish you all the success in what you do, and I’m so grateful for you being such a presence and present in my life.

Next for me is opening a business with Pockets. We are trying to create a new space in rural Vermont that will offer coworking, coffee, beer, wine, and friendly community vibes in a cute space that feels like your queer bestie’s living room. Opening a café has been a dream of mine for more than a decade. I never really thought it would come true. But, here we are, officially in existence in the state of Vermont today. I look forward to sharing more about Big Heart Social when we’re a little further–we hope to open by 4th of July.

Work/business aside, I’m trying to join the Green Mountain Roller Derby league. As a young kid I always wanted to be on the Derby team, but it was only open to girls. I wished so badly that I was a girl so I could have joined, amongst all the other reasons I was busy wishing I was a girl. In hindsight, it turns out that I was a trans girl, in fact. 🏳️‍⚧️ It also turns out that childhood dreams can come true, and hopefully adulthood dreams too.

Yesterday was TDOV 2026. I remember writing my TDOV 2025 post. It feels like so much has happened, and yet the attacks on my community feel the same. Warfare on us, day after day. My birth family doesn’t care–that’s why I cut them off. They don’t know anything about my life anymore, nor do they care to. They wanted cheaper groceries at the expense of immigrants, trans people, anyone else that wasn’t themselves. I hope they’re happy now with their $4+/gal gas and tariff influenced cost increases across the board. I hope they are blissfully unaware of how much their blind supporting of the current administration has harmed millions of people worldwide, including their sister that they probably refuse to recognize. I hope they’re happy, because it sucks even more so to imagine they are actually unhappy and still refusing to reach out to me to try a fresh start.

Today is a day of mixed, complicated feelings. Today is another day in the journey of many transitions. Today is for my colleagues, my friends, my chosen family, and today is for me. To the transition. ✨🥂