Possibly the weirdest thing recent circumstances have changed:

The arrival of my period is now something to be anticipated and internally celebrated, recognized as an accomplishment of some sort, rather than dreaded and seen as a curse. It's very strange for it to suddenly serve a purpose, even if that purpose is to tell me the same thing it's been telling me every 29ish days for the last 11 years. Of course, that yay I'm glad it's here feeling vanishes as soon as the first cramp comes and then I want it to be over ASAP like always, but hey. Gotta take the bad with the good.