Sunshine & Lollipops

I realized today that after saying that I don't do joyous blogs, I went and posted just that. Well, let's continue that trend.
I am still on a high from Saturday's meeting. The euphoria is nowhere near as intense as my first dressed meeting or my public outing, but the effect is longer lived this time. I feel as if I've arrived. Finally. I feel much more serene, and sedate, for that matter. I've concluded that bare legs were what I was after all along, and the rest was frantic overcompensation for their absence. If the wife had just said yes a year ago, a lot of this heartache might have been avoided...maybe.
The "pink fog" has mostly lifted now, and I'm seeing things much more clearly and calmly. I was talking to a new member at the meeting Saturday. She lives in Northern Kentucky, and said that she never goes out there or in Cincy. It's just too risky. And it dawned on me that she was right. My behavior the past year has been outrageously risky at times. I have much to lose, and my wife was within her rights to be furious at me. What was I thinking? I wasn't. I was acting on my impulses, consequences be damned.
I feel like I've matured significantly in the last week, a sensation I've never had before. Maybe the Leslie persona has reached adulthood. No more teenage acting out. My confidence is at a new level. I still want to do things to further the Leslie cause, but I think I can do them temperately now, a major departure. I'm feelin' so good, I'm gonna cut my therapy to every other week! Now that's mental health...