Jess,
I spent a year or more mourning the pretty girl that never got to be when I first started to transition. I was born a few decades early to accept who I am when I first knew that the boy on the outside was so wrong and a little gross. So I masked the pain with a pretty serious drug habit, and when that almost killed me, with alcohol. Such a f-king waste. How I got through university remains a complete mystery. Particularly as a science geek.
Funny that, I studied Chemistry and Biology so that I could make better Acid (Meth didn't exist then thank God). Got really good grades too.

I survived self destructive behavior, recovery, depression, getting fat, getting thin, trying to be gay, trying to be spiritual, trying to be smart. I finally found my niche just being me. (With the help and guidance of a couple years of therapy with a gender guru, who saved my life)
A long answer to, growing older? The short answer is that it is just fine. I have a couple of decades of life left to be me and I have no intention of letting them be squandered. Not for anyone, most certainly not for propriety. I will die broke, happy, loving and loved by a community that is scattered across the globe. I am grateful for the chance at happiness, the opportunity of authenticity, I try to live in the infinite now, with people who do likewise.
If you are up for a motorcycle trip through the game parks of Namibia, hiking the great walks of New Zealand, riding Vespa's across Italy, I'm your girl. Music even if it is just a blues harp and a song are part of the deal. Let me know when you're ready to trade eighteen wheels for two. I'm always looking for a party, and a friend.
Peace,
Julie