On a good day when I feel beautiful I feel like it's a blessing. I know I'm a better person for this. It becomes an intriguing challenge. On a bad day I feel it's a curse that I might be able to manage on a better day.
I see this whole extravaganza happening quite a lot on a more spiritual level as some have mentioned here. I'm learning a lot about myself, gender, and perception. I've had to process my feelings and thoughts much more systematically than if I'd just been a cis girl. I am much more aware and tolerant of different genders now than before I started processing this ordeal. Consequently, I feel I know a lot more about how I perceive things to be and I've become aware of how really unaware I am of others, their thoughts and their feelings.
But the physical is there too. I think I daydream off the challenges and problems that I would have to face in reality. This might be a blessing and a curse of my nature, too... It helps me put off misery that I feel I might otherwise have to drown in about the gap between my current and desired states. So really, the manageable curse is on the physical side: how do others perceive me and will I ever be gendered correctly? Sex I've sort of put off my mind for now and HRT helps with that.