So this may seem like a random departure from the last few posts and it may be but it’s still necessary to share with you. I have been thinking a lot about what is next for my life. I’m embracing a million different things because I want to say I’ve tried or done them. I’m leaving the country soon–actually twice if I include something for work, I’m learning to play tennis, I went back and took more pinup photos, I’ve lost fifty pounds, I’m relishing all this lovely gray hair and I’m reading more. And when I do that last one I learn things about myself that I wasn’t planning on when I picked up the book.
A little over a year ago, The Dutchman gifted me with a copy of Diary of a Submissive by Sophie Morgan. It was like I had been given a shot of adrenaline as I thumb through the pages. Not because it was sexually arousing, I mean parts were but other parts really made me evaluate my submissive life lol, but because it was like reading my own journal if I was more skilled and able to convey those thoughts to others easily. Sophie was a normal girl who liked her men a little different and her sex with an extra dash of something. I could relate to her because I was her save the British and white thing but seriously she could have been my submissive twin. It made me recenter and stop feeling lesser than because I didn’t have a “submissive heart” and for damn sure not a “slave’s heart.” I have a desire to serve one person that can make me focus if I’m being honest. I very rarely concentrate on one thing at a time because it’s not enough to catch my attention and keep it. Right now I’m blogging, just put out the mail, watching tv and chatting online. And this is a bit of a slow time because I’m also not doing work for other areas of my life lol. I need the man that makes me willingly strip all of that away and just focus on Him and us. I say all that to say books when introduced at the right time can be crucial for my development and thought process. I didn’t walk away from the lifestyle last year. I doubled down my efforts to enjoy it and I have so much. That’s part of what created the bucket list and I am trying to work through it now. Anyhoo, back to the impact of books.
The last time I had to do an airport run I ended up traipsing to the book store to kill some time. I picked up some more travel guides about my upcoming trip and then stumbled into the humor section after perusing the fiction, Sci Fi and loosely connected BDSM section. Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson made me crack up and I figured I needed a good laugh as I have been in a weird place emotionally as of late. So I looked around and most of the books were not ones I’d want on my shelf after I finished reading them so I opted to check them out of the library if I wanted to but leave all but What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding by Kristin Newman and Toddlers are Assholes: it’s not your fault by Bunmi Laditan. Now the second one is linked to The Honest Toddler which I love which is why I had to buy it. The first though was like a tiny bit of kismet given my upcoming travel plans and general relationship wanderlust. As I read it was a totally vanilla sense of connecting with my people again, very similar to the experience I had while reading Diary of a Submissive. I can’t say I have ever been as anal as she was about the picking apart of what I was doing with who I was doing it with but I know that my patterns have been similar to hers in some areas.
I’m not afraid to get married, even though pushing humans out of my body seems terrifying, but I’m also not in a rush to do so either. And much like Kristin I was looking for that thunderstruck moment because it was going to take that to get my attention but also like her I realize that moment is probably a set up. It makes us stick with the wrong people longer than we should because we are trying to recapture that rush. It makes us ignore other people because they never give us that rush. And it takes us having a really grown up moment until we figure out the right balance of intrigue and emotion and embracing of love in a different package. I don’t think I’ve had my grown up moment yet. I’m hoping that the trip helps me really step into whomever I’m meant to be right now in this moment. I’ve already been a great tart and a great eager submissive and I am transitioning into a more depraved needing of psychological degradation kind of submissive. My picker is still off though. I need to let go of something but I’m not sure what it is. I hope in a few weeks I’ll be clearer in whatever that was so I can dive head first into what the universe has waiting for me. What I haven’t been ready to envelop myself in and explore. I’m ready to be ready if that makes sense.
Books, tricky little devils I promise. Just be open and ready to hear the message they are sharing with you.