Looking through my journal, as I do whenever the date is somewhat significant. Went back to June/July era, and I was so cute and hopeful . I was excited to get on HRT because it would make me look pretty (my words, not mine), and I screamed (wrote in all caps) that my breasts were going to grow (again, my words, not mine). These two phrases essentially lined a whole page of my composition notebook of a journal, I was so hyped! Well, look at me now, making progress
I'm still hopeful for the future, very much so, but I've lived like this for a few months now. It feels like an amazing new normal. There's just something about it being new, though. The extreme levels of enthusiasm, excitement, and hope I recorded, while at the same time wondering what's on the other side, not knowing what's to come. It's better now, but it's amazing to look back on how I was a few months ago.
TL;DR, start keeping a journal if you don't already. It can serve many purposes, and it allows for looking back at the good things, and venting about the bad things. I never thought I would be able to journal, and that I wasn't much of a journalist, but I started, made it a thing I did every day, and I've only missed two days in my approx. 175 days of journaling.