I hope you don't mind if someone who had an "anti-phallo" weighs in

What happens when the tempest in a teacup is done spinning and there is nothing left to do

My question to myself after my bottom surgery was "Okay just who the hell am I anyways?". I knew who I was by name, and where I came from, but who was I turning into? I had no clue. My days were full of surgery prep, hormones, yada yada. And then it sort of ended. It was my turn to jump off the carousel and come face to face with that person that I had said I always wanted to be. It was no longer, what if I was a born girl, now it was for real. If you ask me, this is the real starting point of my life. Figuring out who I was, trying new things, and figuring out what parts of my old life would assimilate into who I was becoming. If someone had told me years ago that today I would love to do dogsledding I would have said what are you even talking about. But in fact I do. I would never have guessed that I would love being one of those skinny gym chicks, but I do

If you would have told me I would be into offroad driving in trucks, I would have laughed, but it's true I love it. If someone had told me I would love gardening and plants, I would have said they were nuts. If somene had said I would still be a nerd after all of this, then that is at least something I would agree with.
The best part of where you are, is you couldn't be where you are without a lot of personal and financial sacrifice, and NOW the moment to sacrifice is over. Now it's time to spend some of that transition related capital on yourself and figure out who you are.