Pathetic attempt to keep writing
So, oh well. I am trying. too many things going on at once. It feels like I can't concentrate on anything.
Been meditating on my life. Wonder if I can actually live my life with two seemingly contradictory lifestyles: like a monk, or like a kinkster. I don't want to have to choose one over the other. I do have an affinity to live comfortably in ambiguity but this is a bit more confusing for me.
I haven't even explored fully that side of myself and I should. Time passes and I don's want to regret anything.
But I am so afraid.