All Good Things…

This isn’t the beginning of the end, it’s the end of the beginning.

As I have made my way through my transition. one thing has become abundantly clear; people extrapolate much about who I am as a person, and the stability of the life I live simply by looking at my photos. It needs to be noted that in almost every case, what people believe about me is not the full story, and it’s time to be brutally honest about that.

Now, to be fair, much of what I have documented in my blogs have been savagely forthright. To that credit, I think that honesty has resonated with the vast majority of my readership. For that I am very grateful. You’ve seen many of the workings of my life that have lead me to this end, and I think there has been catharsis that has brought peace to the parallels of your own lives. If seeing my struggles reflected within your own has helped you find the strength to move beyond that strife, than I am happy that something good has come of this journaling.

I didn’t feel that I deserved the good things in my life while so many other transitioners were being made to go without.

Unfortunately, and not-unexpectedly, the challenges that face those in transition cannot — and often do not — go well. By in large, I think that up to this point I had been spared the carnage that often befalls transitioners, especially those who transition late in life and who must endure the…