So, it's a Monday. It's 13 days after my surgery, and it's the day I have my final followup consultation with my surgeon, Dr Andrew Ives. It's been a big journey. I always knew it would be. But it's been bigger than I had expected. And it's taken me way beyond myself in many ways. And that's not a bad thing.
It's taken me decades to get to this point of where I am at. And I am, by no means, arrived. I have more of this journey ahead of me. I mean, for me, that's life. Life is the journey. That's what I believe. But there has been so much waiting. There has been so much time in my life that has seemingly been wasted.
Could I have done this earlier? Yes, undoubtedly. Could I have saved myself and people around me the pain of doing this when I did? Possibly. This is all true.
But now is my appointed time. I know that and can feel that. It's palpable. I don't question the timing of this. I mourn things that I will never have, milestones that aren't mine, but I no longer question this timing. The timing of my transition, of my surgery, of my recovery, and this part of the journey are perfect. Not gonna change anything, or wish that I could!
Waiting is not a bad thing. I am driven to make the most of my time and to be productive. It eats away at me when I am forced to wait. But waiting is good. It has been very good to me.
My best advice is to find peace with your journey whatever it may be.