TL;DR: it's important to be the best you that you can possibly be. Your journey may also help inspire others to do the same.
I recently learned that an old friend, whom I hadn't seen in a very long time, transitioned. Flawlessly. Passing. Confident. Content. They were a pretty boy before and a pretty girl now. I was, and still am, in awe of this change. Moreover, I started to feel something else unexpected: inspiration.^1^
I didn't expect that kind of a personal impact, but I sat with it a while and watched my entire outlook zero-in on a very important question. The way I see it, this person took up the ultimate gnostic quest and challenged some very serious things about their life and identity. In the end, they arrived where they wanted to, rather than where they were expected to be. I've since learned more about what this really takes for a person and, frankly, it's clearly hard as fuck for a whole host of reasons. So, that caused me to reflect on my own life and choices. After all, if she put everything on the table and chose to fix what wasn't working, what choices should I be making?
In the year-plus that has passed I have taken efforts to reflect and double-check things. What assumptions are in play for my lifestyle and life trajectory? Am I taking myself for granted or do I have deeper questions, doubts, orientations, and biases that need exploration? What am I doing automatically versus what am I actively choosing to do? Am I being passive when life throws options at me? This whole new way of viewing things has caused me to make radical decisions for the better - something I wouldn't have done before.
So, yeah. You don't have to be a pro athelete, or some STEM wizard to be an inspiration. Just do your level best at being the best you that you can be.
- Okay, I caught feelings too, which opened up a whole other level of self-understanding. Especially in retrospect from before the transition. This is a good thing.
Oh yeah, this sort of thing brought a ton of perspective towards me. A half of my own transition is simply the questioning of how things were as I lived them. Especially cuz I fell in love with the boy and being a boy at the time I wasn't allowed to do that. Come to find out I'm bisexual and I had to wrestle with the fact. I denied it for the longest time but I understood gay people after that. There were a lot of things that seemed true according to tradition, between the historical fictions of the United States, people forcing a hierarchy or specific gender or sexuality standard on other people, or whatever else. In the end, I learned how to love people for who they are rather than how society sees them.