Yesterday was my first public outing as Grace, and as I mentioned elsewhere it went great! I wasn't (overly) nervous about being read and got no odd looks. I felt liberated for the first time ever. It just felt so right, like I was me for the first time ever and I was euphoric for hours afterwards, even after changing back to guy mode for work. And I have to ask myself why I denied this to myself for so many years?
It's a rhetorical question of course since I kind of know the answer. Thing is, this wasn't my first time out as a woman. During my first attempt at transition I went out many times as Julie, solo and with friends. I can't say I really remember many, if any, of those moments feeling like yesterday did. That first attempt went so seriously pear shaped (in my head) that I pretty much ruled out any further attempts as sheer folly. If I'm being honest with myself though I started to reconsider it some ten years ago.
I'm glad I am where I am now, no point in regrets or self blame, but it is a shame I denied this to myself so much longer than I could have.