This week, a blog post of two halves, or what a difference a night out makes 😉
It’s midweek while I write this and I’m beginning to feel the ache – because ‘pain’ doesn’t quite nail it – of having been ‘Richard’ since late May. Sure, I’ve missed a meeting or two here and there, but mostly I get by. This time, there’s been no dressing while working from home to help fill the gap, and with Wee Man and Little Miss now on summer break, that’s not an option right now.
The ache, if you will, goes in fits and starts. I can feel my temper coming too quick, which I know is wrong. The excessive heat isn’t helping either. It’s not that I’m angry, it’s more than I seem to find anger more readily than before. This is my problem and not my family’s. They’ve not done anything wrong, so I’m doing what I can to keep ‘the beast at bay’ as it were. Plenty of distraction techniques (TV, gaming, reading makeup blogs, napping, getting out in the sunshine, etc), and I seem – oddly – to have rediscovered a taste for apples. That is helping me move to a lower weight, as that’s crept up with the beer I’ve been drinking.
Ah, the joys of being trans-something-or-other eh? 🙂
Given my mood around the heat and a lack of dressing up, the Ever Lovely Mrs J asked me why didn’t I get my things together and try to dress in cooler clothes. I’m hoping she meant dressing in less warm fabrics, rather than gah, you’re such a square. 🙂
This I did despite what felt like the hottest day of the summer, and – as per – Mrs J was right. I did find an answer to my problem. The community centre where Chams is based has air-con. There’s a bar area – although no beer – which has A/C. Given that’s fairly private and with an early pass from home, I cranked the temp down to a more pleasant 19C and started to get ready.
I never knew how cooling maxi skirts were! Well, you live and learn. Even with some shapewear on, I wasn’t melting – always a bonus! 🙂 Chuck in a cute vest top, painted nails, and a smile – I was good to go.
Steph from TrendCo had very kindly restyled the long red wig of mine into something shorter and (hopefully) a little more me. It really needs to be ‘set’ with a wash to help the new parting settle, but a few squirts of wig conditioner did the trick.
It felt great to be all of me again. Just talking with friends at the group and having some laughs. This night out – and respite from the heat – really pepped me up, and I feel a lot better.
Funny how a night out can set you straight, eh?