After five long hard months- the news is good: All clear-no living cancer cells. Thank you all- no words could express my gratitude.
Every now and then, bent over a pillow or two (or a set of thighs), face muffled by bed linens, have you ever wanted to scream: Could you find a new #!@!@&^% spot, dammit!
It’s been far too long since I was active in this community. I’ve missed it. If you’ve been with me for awhile you know my family was thrown through a loop in February this year and we have yet to land. My daughter is as weak as a kitten. The disease has stopped growing-which is good, right? But it is still there and I have no idea what that means and no one is going to tell me until this Friday. Limbo is not my favorite place to be.
Disappearing from some of my important-to-me-routines is one thing for a short sprint but won’t do for a marathon. I have to put things back in place that keep my spirit strong. This community is one of them.
The practice of submission is another–one that I didn’t drop.Because, in the end, life happens: glorious, powerful, devastating, awe inspiring. It happens. You might as well surrender gracefully.
Time does not seem to be my friend lately. It is either going too slow or too fast. My daughter is going through her treatments with the grace of a true champion. Her quiet strength continues to amaze me. There are days that I feel as though I can’t even put thoughts together in my head, let alone in writing. A good friend told me I needed some comic relief and sent me a cartoon. I just had to take a minute and share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy it. It made me smile.
I regularly read the blog written by green girl. I enjoy it. green girl always makes me think. Currently gg is wrestling with questions about what she can give up and what she wants to grab back and clutch with both hands. At some point gg turned over authority in their relationship to her husband. Almost immediately, after beginning a power exchange relationship, a person begins to obsess about what submission means. It seems pretty cut and dried– for about ten minutes.
If you are like me, an independent; competent woman; perhaps used to functioning and performing at a high level successfully, you are determined to do this submission business RIGHT. You filter everything through the lens of submission. Soon you drive yourself crazy.
Submission at the level of controlling ones behavior seems obvious enough. The dominant says “Do this.” or “Don’t do that.” But for the person starting out, a host of questions soon arises. Like: Right now? Always? What if the dominant isn’t around? Does it count if the dominant doesn’t notice? What if…..A) There’s a hurricane B) Someone points a gun at my head C) It’s the Rapture or D) All of the above
Sooner or later most dominants include levels of obedience and compliance that are open to subjective interpretation. Nuances of tone, facial expression, hand gestures and major muscle motions begin to come into play.
(p.s. Their interpretation wins.)
The dominants are also going through this process — from the other end. They have to pass everything through the opposite lens: Was there a need for dominance? Was that dominant enough? Did I say that was forbidden? Do I have to punish every time? What if my submissive is sick? PMS-ing? In labor? Was just fired? What if I was wrong?
And the smart ones eventually realize another problem: the submissive has gotten fed up with the paddling and is flying below the radar. Has gone underground. Smiling, polite, obedient. All the while thinking: You flaming ——–. Or, maybe, just off in a quiet interior space somewhere, where the dominant isn’t allowed. This tends to be labeled distancing, and is usually outlawed too.
After a period of some success, some failure, lots of talk, some unpleasant times OTK or NIC (nose in corner-I just made that up…..:) ) both dominant and submissive will feel like they have arrived. They got this!
No they don’t.
As long as the two of you are breathing, and dancing this dance, you will continue changing, growing.
Submission and dominance will continue to morph.
I’ve read this in other blogs-and I told gg in my comment–this business is about layers. This dance is like an onion. We peel one layer: -Thou shalt not say ‘whatever’ and find another-Thou shalt not roll your eyes.
I decided today, as I drove to an appointment and things got quiet in my mind, that I was wrong.
It’s not an onion. Sooner or later, if you stick to peeling–the onion is gone. You’ve removed all the layers and it no longer exists.
ttwd is a road.
Always under construction.
It’s a freeway.
It’s a pitted, dirt track, a washboard.
There are hills, valleys, detours, roadblocks, rest areas, bridges out, speed traps, and tolls.
It doesn’t end unless you quit.
And even then,
as some of us can attest,
it’s still out there.
Thanks to all of you who have sent me positive thoughts and prayers. I appreciate them more than you may know. Completely out of the blue one of my children-healthy as a horse let me just add-has been diagnosed with a serious disease. Supposedly very treatable. Supposedly NOT far advanced. Supposedly 99% recovery rate.
Supposedly is still very scary.
And isn’t it amazing how all the pieces of your life come together? I am deeply grateful for all the experiences that taught me:
It’s alright to let go.
It can be safe to trust.
People are happy to help.
It’s ok to need help and ask for it.
This community has been instrumental in helping me practice these things over the past months.
I’m glad I had the practice.
Thank you all.
I think I’m going to be alright.
Yesterday was an exhausting day but eventually we were all home, safe, tired, together. I am of the “no news is good news” school of thought, but I’ll appreciate thoughts and prayers until test results are back. Thank you all for the support.