Coming out of the Closet

I have decided that it is time to just face up to it, that there is just no two ways about who and what I am.



 

It was the morning of Sunday the 22 June 2014 and I was all excited about heading out with my Keep On Moving partners, Zita and her mother Sandy to pick up some youngsters from Valhalla Park for our monthly hike, when I was faced with a flat tyre after loading the car with my bags.  At first I thought, do I fix this myself or do I call a friend (male), to come and do the job, then I decided against that idea, and just unloaded the car and pulled out the jack and the spare tyre.

It was not the first time having to change a tyre and it probably would not be the last, but today was not a good day to be doing this, as I was not feeling 100% while trying to recover from the flu.  My energy levels were not up to the task at hand.  Nonetheless with the last of the energy I had left in me I managed to change the tyre within 15mins just before Zita who offered to give me some moral support arrived.

Changing the tyre reminded me of all the other things that I have done that is usually associated with a job done by some male.

There was the occasion I fixed my sister's kitchen sink plumbing.  It meant taking all the pipes under the sink apart and cleaning it and then putting it back.

Taking a iron apart (down to the last screw) and then putting it back because the wiring was looking dangerously hazardous.

Going to the scrapyard to buy a quarter-vent window for my first car because some criminal decided to break the window and steal my radio.  I was not going to pay the insurance company unnecessary excess for a window that could cost me under R100 and then nothing to fit it, as I saw how it was taken out by the scrapyard worker, I knew I could replace it myself.  Looking and Learning is what I do best.

"I am not staring into thin air - I am learning."

I can go on and on about all the "male-orientated" jobs I can do but I might come across as bragging - okay yes I am bragging - I can't help it if I am good at what I do.

I know that many people (male and female) look at me in a very strange questioning way, when they see or hear what I can do.  There have been many times where I surprise myself with what I can do.  I don't think I am an unusual person, I think I am just being me who is not afraid to try something new or challenging.  If I don't succeed at least I can say I tried it and that I found a new way not to do something.  It was Thomas Edison who said “I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.”  

For those of you who look at me strangely and wonder. No I am not a man trapped in a woman's body.  I am woman and I love being a woman especially when I get the attention of the opposite gender.  Just wish they would stick around long enough for me to learn something new from them. LMAO - Sometimes I wonder if I don't scare them off with my "I don't need you, I can do it myself" attitude.  Too bad guys - I am really not looking for someone to need - I want someone who wants to be with me, not need me to make them feel needed. 

My pet hate, is a man who thinks he can charm me with all the money he has. BIG mistake.  Even though I find myself financially cash-strapped at times, I find this a total turn off.  If you can't be liked and loved for just being you, then you have no business trying to impress me with any amount of  money you may have.

So how did I go from being excited about a hike to telling you about my pet hate?  Right it was the loss of air in my car's tyre.  All it takes sometimes is just a little loss of air to remind us that we need to exhale a bit and remember why we exist.

Love me or hate me, I am who I am and my closet door is wide open.

Having a spare wheel on the side is a necessity to keep us moving, don't leave home without it.