Sounds dramatic, doesn’t it?

Tomorrow is my first appointment for hormone therapy. Tomorrow feels a bit like a birthday to me. It’s the day I begin saying goodbye to Heather, the person I’ve been for the first 41 years of my life, and fully embrace Quinn, the person I’ve been growing into for longer than I consciously realized.

It wasn’t until tonight, when I opened my Blogger account, that I realized that I’ve known we were coming to this moment for a minimum of two years. When I look at the words I wro...