I’m not entirely sure anybody would ever ask to be transsexual. And as much as I dreamed of being able to live the life I have, I didn’t really think it was going to be possible because of that particular doubt. Transition was something I saw as a torturously tall order.
But then again, just to be contrary, it isn’t. Or at least it isn’t always. Sometimes it’s been absolutely brilliant. The freedom to be yourself just cannot be taken for granted. And the decision I made to transition has honestly been the best choice I’ve ever made.
I’ve never been as confident or as happy as I am right now. And I’d never have known that without making the change that I did. Not that my old life was unhappy incidentally. It was just different.
But transition has given me plenty. In particular it’s given me a better perspective. Life can be as good as you allow it to be. Shit still happens but in general you can pick yourself up and the sun will still rise in the morning. That’s almost as positive as having rainbows day after day. Shoot me now! Clearly channeling Doris today. Sorry for being so disgustingly upbeat 🙂