After 50+ years of knowing I should have been a girl coupled with 30-40 years of using diversions, distractions, and denial to "get by" I saw that I needed to take the trans-beast on for real. The absolute last thing on my mind at that time was transition. Been there, tried it twice. Instead I found a fantastic support group.
Over the course of the last 6 years now, I've seen several scared, questioning, newbies join us and in a short time (to me) going full-time and fully transition. All while I am doing my best to hold a male life together, dealing with a sick spouse, and providing for us. All while I started HRT, therapy, experienced the shear joy of being out in the real world as the real me, achieving my life-long dream of being seen as and accepted as a woman.
You bet I am jealous and envious. Of my group members, cis-women. Hell, even cis-males! I sometimes wish things can be that clear cut for me.
We all need to do what we have to to survive. That also entails juggling priorities. My life, your life, their life, circumstances and life priorities are different from others.