Still in a ridiculously good place. There is little wrong with my life and I’m determined to stay there. I even have a plan to ensure that happens.
Which is mostly just letting go of stuff I have no power to change and letting life just sort of happen. It’s working out nicely enough so far. And it’s agreeing with me. I’m as happy as I’ve ever been.
Of course it’s not all a bed of roses. Letting go is sometimes harder than it should be. Every injustice or slight can’t be easily forgiven. But you can get past most things if you are of a mind to.
I’m still smarting from the loss of my brothers though. Sometimes daily . Sometimes not. And most of it come back to my youngest brother’s assertion that I will regret transition. It’s an unresolved conversation that’s burrowed in deep.
If I could, I would counter that I regret fuck all in my life. Every decision and every mistake led me somewhere. Not always to my credit but rarely to my total detriment.
I’d rather regret what I had done than what I hadn’t in any case. I’d hate to hit 80 and wish that I had had the courage to transition. That would be a waste of the life I’ve been given. But then, that’s not going to happen. I’m doing it. Consequences be damned. And I’m really pretty much sorted in my daily life. If you are half as happy, you are sorted too. Go us!