Oh, I know. I know, I know, there’s not much to report on.
But I don’t care.
Why don’t I care? Because I feel happy. My emotions are still a jumble, but overall, I am happy. This intense feeling of not being correct, balance-wise, it’s fading. I have a sense of progress, a sense of hope. I just feel less distracted by the world around me, and more focused on me.
Now, obviously, I’d love to be further along, but I am where I am. It makes me happy to think that someday in the future (6 months? 9 months? a year?) I may feel confident enough to go through life 100% of the time as my true and genuine self. These changes within me will only become better and more apparent as time goes on, but even in the beginning, there’s a slight sense of peace that I haven’t felt before – like I was a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. But now, ever so slowly, I can feel the edges of the square being worn away, rounding off.
Hope. It makes me so wonderfully happy.
Here’s a picture of me from last year vs. a picture I took over the weekend.