Alright... It’s been one whole month since I began HRT. Cross-sex hormones (or as I like to think of them - transsexual swag) are the only element of my life that I feel I have some control over.
Reflecting, it was as if I was waiting for some sign to take charge of my own happiness. “You’re responsible for your own happiness” is the sort of phrase that I might have advised others, but was always secretly rejecting. I wanted an excuse to do the bare minimum of taking care of myself. Yeah, for years - I don’t want to think of how many - I got by with less care than I owed myself. Crazy! Unthinkable now.
It’s funny… I had read up on all possible changes through HRT well in advance, but I hadn’t expected the internal, metabolic differences to be so immediate! Within days I felt a change in my core temperature, my level of energy, my mental sharpness, and my appetite. There isn’t a change that I find disagreeable.
Friends and even colleagues have expressed that I seem “happier” recently. I almost laugh; it’s a cliché... That said, it’s not a bad impression to leave on others.
Even if it is difficult to accept; there was never going to be a "right time" to start taking hold of what I want out of life... all I have is now. I’m going to shape myself in my own image.