I’ve been serious, planning, life or death mentality for most of my life. I’m just about done with that. Yes give me the skills to send bad people packing, but I want my focus on the beautiful parts of life. I can’t keep letting harmful people ruin my experience of life.
I’m also starting to accept more what it means to be trans and unpacking all the hateful stuff I unconsciously directed inwards in regards to that. I wanted to blend in, I wanted to pretend I was cis, I wanted to be “normal”. But I’m not and I never will be. I’m just me. And I discovered the only reason I wanted to blend in was so I wouldn’t be othered, but then I thought you know why should I fight so hard when it’s other people who discriminate against me? Why is the burden placed on me? Why am I held to such a ridiculous standard when it’s ME who has to do a shit ton of heavy lifting to just correct aspects of myself that bring me discomfort? I’m given enough of a challenge just feeling comfortable in my own body, I’m not going to keep bending over backwards so other people can be comfortable.
How my life unfolded, I just got pushed further and further out from normalcy. I’m at a point now where I’m like fuck it, why do I even want in or recognition from others? How’s that going to add value to my own life? It won’t. Even worse it puts my own self worth in the hands of others who can choose to reject me or hate me. I won’t play that game.
I never really believed in destiny, life paths, or anything of that sort. But I can’t help but feel I was given a lesson, not about facing hardship or rejection, but embracing the idea of living authentically and having that be a source of strength vs a liability. And even if that’s not true, that’s how I’m viewing life now because years and years of trying to get myself to fit and the pain that caused has taught me it is not worth it.