I went through plateaus like that, and each time I did, I looked at myself and tried to figure out what it was that was bothering me that could be fixed. Did my nails need a different color? Did I just need to go out and buy a new inexpensive shirt? Did I need to try a new makeup look? Learn how to put my hair into a bun? All tiny things like that.

But also, some of the plateauing was because the newness of my being out and living as myself was going away. Rather than run from it and worry that something was wrong, I proudly took it as a sign that I was becoming comfortable with myself for the first time in my life. No more stress of the world perceiving me as a guy, no more worry that I'd be read out in public. I didn't have to turn somersaults with every passing victory, because it was no longer about passing--it was about living. My final plateau was when I realized that I had mentally transitioned. I was no longer trying to make myself feminine, I just
was feminine. I was female. I am woman.
Now there are no more peaks and valleys, just this satisfactory glow that follows me every day. So don't run! Just keep going if you feel that's right for you.