Day off work.. Did I dress?

The day started with promise.

Up at 5:30, a brisk four-mile walk, podcast in my ears—another crossdresser’s tale unfolding, relatable and reflective. And best of all? I’d booked the day off work. No meetings. No emails. Just me time. Plans had shifted, and unexpectedly, the day was mine alone.

By the time I got home, my brain was already shifting gears. Home alone. Off work. A Davina day?  a long shower, full makeup, every dress out for a try on and filter session (what still works, what screams 2015), some new photos for Flickr…

I dropped my little one at school. Picked up something for breakfast. It was happening.

But first one little work task that had to be done. You know how that goes—"just 20 minutes," which somehow becomes an hour. Suddenly it’s 10 a.m.

I did the dishes. Cleaned the bathroom. All the while, the idea of dressing as Davina lingered like perfume in the background, waiting.

But then it was nearly noon.

The day was slipping.

A package was due to arrive (which didn't come).

F1 practice was on—can’t miss that.

And then a new plan: my wife and I decided to jump on a train for a spontaneous night out. Male me has stubble. Davina doesn’t do stubble. Cancelled.

And so, once again, Davina didn’t get her day.

It’s funny—how often life gets in the way. And not in some dramatic, tragic way. Just the slow, creeping weight of errands, decisions, distractions. A day full of promise that gently slides out of reach.

More days will come. More quiet windows. More unexpected free mornings and planned afternoons or an evening.

The try-on session will happen. The photos will get taken... Soon.

Davina