(***this is my pic taken near my old house)

Two years ago, alone in my house, nearing the end of my patience on this planet, I asked aloud for help in what some would call prayer. I asked “Why would I want to live here where trans people are so marginalized and oppressed the world over. Give me one good reason to be here!” And then I got my response. Was it I should start attending church? Was it to tirelessly read religious texts to find answers? Was it to go seek out a Priest, Minister, Rabbi, Imam, or other clergy? NO!!! I got just these 2 words…. “FIX IT!”. No more and no less. My God didn’t give me a 1000 page book as a guide to make this world better. That’s because it knows I am smart, capable, compassionate and strong enough to not need that much direction. Did that answer come from my own brain?  Maybe it did, and proving if it did doesn’t concern me. Defining my god or what religion I am doesn’t concern me. Worrying about the end of the world doesn’t concern me. Worrying about confirming a belief in any known faith doesn’t concern me. Nor does worrying what someone else believes in if they are internally good people.  I just don’t care about any of these things whatsoever as that stuff is a waste of my time. I’m too busy FIXING IT to care!!