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If you have ever worked in any sort of a competitive industry, perhaps you have heard a phrase similar to keep your eye on the ball.
Many times, in my long journey to being a full-fledged out and about transgender woman, I have wished I paused to remember such a goal. One image comes to mind when years ago I was trying to pump gas into my car at a gas station along the interstate when I was traveling back to Cincinnati to meet Liz before we were actually married.
To begin with, I was a little flustered, even to the point of panicked when I discovered I did not have much money at all on my debit card and had no cash at all. As I said, I was nearly panicked and ended up pulling up to the wrong pump to try to fuel my car. For some reason, I had chosen a diesel pump and fortunately was having no success in putting the nozzle into my gasoline powered car. As I struggled, a man pulled up nearby and came to my aid by telling me I was at the wrong pump. I profusely thanked him and moved to the correct pump but not before I needed to go in the station and pay. Exactly what I did not want to do. I had no choice due to my mistake and needed to finally go inside and confess my mistake to a clerk inside who had no sympathy for the dumb person making the mistake.
It was just one of many times, I took my eye off the ball and barely snuck by with a little help from above…
