Just Plodding Along?
When life slows down for me, I just have tell you all I feel a little guilty. I struggle to write much about my day to day existence. I can tell you though what I never dreamed would happen and it is. I appreciate the fact that in the morning, I somehow know immediately if the effects of HRT have stepped up or stayed the same. I love the fact that through a combination of tedious repetition and the effects of feminization I'm pretty much able to navigate the world similar to any other woman. I cherish the group of friends I have, the family that supports me and a person who is crazy to consider spending the rest of her life with me. I'm an adrenaline driven person, always have been. It's interesting to me how this transition process in essence has become more mundane and how do I feel about it? Is the thrill gone? For the most part it is. Here's an example: The electric charge of a new outfit or the stepping out the door as a girl just isn't there. Why is thi