Today marks the one year anniversary of the day that I legally changed my name and began the adventure of my RLT. Judging from the progressive improvement in my quality of life, self-esteem, career opportunities, the richness of dear friends new and old, and the growing peace in my heart, I've passed with flying colors.
And on this day, driven by my need for unity and intense desire to live life as fully as possible, I have begun to research SRS. (Actually, I started a couple weeks ago, but who's counting?) Who is most likely to do a bang up job, what to do before-hand, and so on. Where do I go? Thailand? Montreal? Doylestown, Pennsylvania? Trinidad, Colorado? If you get what you pay for, this is not something you want cheap. On the other hand, how on earth can you save up $20,000, especially when you're paying down the credit card two figures at a time and the mortgage not at all?
The evidence all indicates that the task I've set before me is impossible. At the current rate, by the time I save enough, I'll be too old for it to matter, too old for the operation, too old to walk.
Something has to change, and it will, though I'm damned if I know how.
Sometimes you have to go by faith.