Put your cocks away. This (sadly) isn't that kind of post

I am so lucky that I'm not adrift at sea, unfettered and alone. I have some pretty amazing people in my world. And they keep me chartering the right course. I have run the gamut of emotions. At first, I was beating myself up (and being self-sabotaging, but thankfully I've reigned that in). I know I have stated this before. I hate crying. Don't get me wrong, the sweet movie where you get a tear trickle down your cheek is fine....I'm talking about gut-wrenching, can't open your eyes the next day crying.

But additionally, I hate feeling sad. I have twice the mental anguish when I am sad, because I get mad at myself for being so sad. So I'm happy to say that thanks to some really good people, I'm doing considerably better in the tear-fest department. The pity parties have ceased.

My good friend Ms T said “People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime” So true.  It's good to accept that.

And I've had another very smart person tell me about an exercise that helps me go to my pure slave place. Like a meditation. And afterwards, I feel more centered, more in touch with that girl. The one who yearns to serve and to be a truly prized possession. And that part of me isn't in a panic-stricken state any longer. I realize now is just the time for refurbishment. Sometimes things have to be completely gutted to be able to be rebuilt more beautiful.

I'm also happy to say I have a pressie (and potential hot picture opportunity) coming in the mail. I am so lucky in that way. T buys the best presents. And just having something fun to look forward to has brightened up my spirits. He ordered me a leather breast binder. Oh, I really hope it fits! It will be my Sinful Sunday photo if it does. My boobs aren't really what you'd call “one size fits all” though, so we shall see.