Wow. It's been almost a year since I updated this blog!
How it started:
In my last post, I detailed my brave trip to the clinic, wearing a skirt and tights. Everything went very well, and I was emboldened.
Virtually every day since, I've worn a skirt and some sort of feminine hosiery at work, all day. There have been no negative repurcussions, so I'm pretty happy with that decision.
How it's going:
3 weeks ago, I had to undergo my yearly torture, the DOT physical exam.
To put it bluntly, I failed, due to extremely high blood pressure. For those who can interpret the numbers, my blood pressure was 220 / 88.
This is bad. VERY bad.
The practical upshot is that I'm unable to work as a truck driver until I get 2 different doctors to sign off that I have my blood pressure under control.
Like I said, it's VERY bad.
Fortunately, I'm very resourceful.
I signed up as an Instacart shopper, so I could shop and deliver groceries to people willing to pay for such a service.
However, Instacart shopping doesn't come anyhere near making up for the earnings I'm losing from my job. It's not even close.
So I got back into Uber / Lyft driving.
The combination comes pretty close to earning the same kind of money I'm used to earning at my job.
Yeah, and?
So, I'm driving my new 2019 Nissan Murano for Instacart, Uber and Lyft. That's the hustle I'm committed to, to pay the bills.
While I'm doing so, I'm wearing my skirts and nylons.
Walking through grocery stores in a skirt and nylons.
Walking through parking lots in a skirt and nylons.
Walking into restaurants to pick up food orders, in a skirt and nylons.
The only comment I've received so far was from a lady in a grocery store, who asked if I was wearing Dansko clogs (which I was - black patent leather, and do every day). We had a brief but enjoyable conversation on Danskos, how comfortable they are, etc.
Once again, I was emboldened.
Where it's going:
Being emboldened again, my mind is swimming with the possibilities of what may come.
As I've mentioned before, my fiancee is dead set against me wearing skirts or dresses (or nylons or heels) in public, short of going to a gay club or other such "safe space" (defined as a place where nobody she knows will ever see me).
My ideal future involves doing just that. Wearing what I want, when I want, regardless of who might see or what they'll think of it.
Dare to dream...
