Let it go, let it go!
Can’t hold it back any more.
The first time I heard the song Let It Go from Disney’s Frozen I knew
I’d found my latest personal theme song. It sums up the way I’ve had to
leave behind the life I’d built up to have the life I needed.
For the first 45 years of my life I lived the life I that I thought
people would expect from me. My childhood was a good one. I always had
everything I needed, my parents worked hard to provide for my sister and
I. Still they could never provide me with the life I ached to have. How
could they for as far as they were concerned I was happy, healthy, had a
good education and a good job when I left university. What more could a
parent want for their child?
Still it was all a show. Everyone that knew me saw the person they
expected to see. They saw what was on the stage, not what was behind the
scenes.
My partner came along and I finally found someone that I could let
see behind the scenes. I took them backstage and found a person that I
could finally be myself with. Of course I eventually found out that they
were equally good at projecting an image while thinking and feeling
something different. Still we’re together after 20 years and have a
relationship that is as strong now as it was back then.
I worked hard at having a career. I did sports and took it to
extremes by doing marathons and then moving onto open water swimming and
long distance triathlons. People that knew me, even close friends, saw
what I wanted them to see, what I thought I had to let them see.
Then I reached the point where I had to let go of being what I
thought they needed to see, I let go of what I though I needed to be,
and decided I had to be me. I’m still doing that now, as I patiently
wait for the time when I’ll finally be completely me.
You see I was born a boy, raised as a boy, grew up to be a man, started
work and built up a career like the other men around me. Played sports
and did the things other guys did. I was so good at it that nobody
suspected a thing.
But inside was a little girl screaming to be let out and over time
that little girl grew into a young woman and continued to grow until she
was old, enough and strong enough to be able to deal with life on her
own. So I let it go, I let being the male that I thought I had to be for
my family and friends go. I let him go and allowed her to be free to
take life as she wanted it and how it came.
Sometimes I regret his passing but like a character in a book, his
story had reached its end. Its my time and my story that needs to be
written now.
So to paraphrase the song from Frozen
Let it go, let it go
That perfect boy is gone
Here I stand, in the light of day.
Let it go, let it go!
Can’t hold it back any more.
The first time I heard the song Let It Go from Disney’s Frozen I knew I’d found my latest personal theme song. It sums up the way I’ve had to leave behind the life I’d built up to have the life I needed.
For the first 45 years of my life I lived the life I that I thought people would expect from me. My childhood was a good one. I always had everything I needed, my parents worked hard to provide for my sister and I. Still they could never provide me with the life I ached to have. How could they for as far as they were concerned I was happy, healthy, had a good education and a good job when I left university. What more could a parent want for their child?
Still it was all a show. Everyone that knew me saw the person they expected to see. They saw what was on the stage, not what was behind the scenes.
My partner came along and I finally found someone that I could let see behind the scenes. I took them backstage and found a person that I could finally be myself with. Of course I eventually found out that they were equally good at projecting an image while thinking and feeling something different. Still we’re together after 20 years and have a relationship that is as strong now as it was back then.
I worked hard at having a career. I did sports and took it to extremes by doing marathons and then moving onto open water swimming and long distance triathlons. People that knew me, even close friends, saw what I wanted them to see, what I thought I had to let them see.
Then I reached the point where I had to let go of being what I thought they needed to see, I let go of what I though I needed to be, and decided I had to be me. I’m still doing that now, as I patiently wait for the time when I’ll finally be completely me.
You see I was born a boy, raised as a boy, grew up to be a man, started work and built up a career like the other men around me. Played sports and did the things other guys did. I was so good at it that nobody suspected a thing.
But inside was a little girl screaming to be let out and over time that little girl grew into a young woman and continued to grow until she was old, enough and strong enough to be able to deal with life on her own. So I let it go, I let being the male that I thought I had to be for my family and friends go. I let him go and allowed her to be free to take life as she wanted it and how it came.
Sometimes I regret his passing but like a character in a book, his story had reached its end. Its my time and my story that needs to be written now.
So to paraphrase the song from Frozen
Let it go, let it go
That perfect boy is gone
Here I stand, in the light of day.