I kind of do a pretty good impression of knowing exactly where I’m going with my transition. If I was being totally honest, the right and the wrong of it and my certainty in either regard can shift wildly in any given day. But I still like to think that I do know what I am doing.
And that can be hugely affected by external factors. That mostly probably don’t even know how much they affect me. For example this week, I’ve had a fairly equal mix of Sir and Madam when shopping. It’s hard not to falter when Sir happens. Like, exactly what the fuck am I doing with my life? Am I totally misguided?
But then, I know I’m not. I’m genuinely pretty happy and ridiculously content with my life. Nothing is necessarily perfect but everything is generally good enough. I’m only ever a roll of the dice from landing on Park Lane.
And being happy with your lot feels like a good place to be. I don’t remember ever feeling so relaxed as I am before. All things are possible. And although the op is looming large in my life, I’m scared of nothing. Life is pretty decent and once again, there is always tomorrow. Kind of a nice place to live.