the catch
so here's the big things (as catching up is difficult and i've not been in the head space to share):
a few months ago i had my one year anniversary at the BigHouse - was fun and totally unexpected to get a delicious lemon cake with all kinds of fruit on top from the Domina. i am still quite enjoying being here, and have changed a lot from the experience. not only am i delving into a world that completes me, but i am more confident, have an amazing support network, and feel like what i am doing is right. it just feels ...good. i must, however, get out more and do this in public, yes.
a month ago i had my birthday, another one of those milestone digits. wine tasting, friends in town (!!), my very own sub session with 8 girls paid for by a dear slave, beautiful flowers and metal butt toys, champagne and love. it was a good one, for certain, an uplifting few weeks that will keep me humming for a while.
last month my sister's cancer spread from her lymph nodes, to her liver, to her brain. after chemo and two experimental drug trials, the tumor in her brain hemorrhaged. after surgery and half a week in the ICU i found out (great thing to learn when calling one's Mum for M-Day, no?) fuck. in any case, the hemorrhage was removed, along with the tumor - she's all healed and not having headaches anymore, go technology. she is still, however, dying from cancer. how many surgeries and treatments does one go through before deciding when to stop? at what point is that?
last week there was another round of layoffs from work. we knew it was coming for weeks. which is more annoying, knowing for weeks so one may prepare and living with a constant sense of dread, or getting chopped quick? they both seem inhumane. all i need is another stranger slashing at the strings, really. they did most of the 20% reduction in the beginning of the week. yay, it's all done! unless, of course, if one is on vacation whilst. just when you think you're out and clear, you come back from your vacation and are laid off. my boss was cut mid-week after coming back from a long weekend. i was tossed his reports, so am now managing two departments. interesting, but shaking change.
recently i've taken over scheduling spay/neutering for the rescue - a bit more involved than i had assumed, but rewarding. i've been having puppy sleepovers every once and a while for some of the rescue dogs. extra snuggle time + dogs + chicken treat = woot! i've noticed patterns of gathering "life" around myself as of late. it makes sense, as there are definitely things i need to deal with that are completely out of my control - helping something/solving issues elsewhere may balance things out? i have no clue, i've been on autopilot for so long, i am just going with it. i'm with the flow, man.
a few months ago i had my one year anniversary at the BigHouse - was fun and totally unexpected to get a delicious lemon cake with all kinds of fruit on top from the Domina. i am still quite enjoying being here, and have changed a lot from the experience. not only am i delving into a world that completes me, but i am more confident, have an amazing support network, and feel like what i am doing is right. it just feels ...good. i must, however, get out more and do this in public, yes.
a month ago i had my birthday, another one of those milestone digits. wine tasting, friends in town (!!), my very own sub session with 8 girls paid for by a dear slave, beautiful flowers and metal butt toys, champagne and love. it was a good one, for certain, an uplifting few weeks that will keep me humming for a while.
last month my sister's cancer spread from her lymph nodes, to her liver, to her brain. after chemo and two experimental drug trials, the tumor in her brain hemorrhaged. after surgery and half a week in the ICU i found out (great thing to learn when calling one's Mum for M-Day, no?) fuck. in any case, the hemorrhage was removed, along with the tumor - she's all healed and not having headaches anymore, go technology. she is still, however, dying from cancer. how many surgeries and treatments does one go through before deciding when to stop? at what point is that?
last week there was another round of layoffs from work. we knew it was coming for weeks. which is more annoying, knowing for weeks so one may prepare and living with a constant sense of dread, or getting chopped quick? they both seem inhumane. all i need is another stranger slashing at the strings, really. they did most of the 20% reduction in the beginning of the week. yay, it's all done! unless, of course, if one is on vacation whilst. just when you think you're out and clear, you come back from your vacation and are laid off. my boss was cut mid-week after coming back from a long weekend. i was tossed his reports, so am now managing two departments. interesting, but shaking change.
recently i've taken over scheduling spay/neutering for the rescue - a bit more involved than i had assumed, but rewarding. i've been having puppy sleepovers every once and a while for some of the rescue dogs. extra snuggle time + dogs + chicken treat = woot! i've noticed patterns of gathering "life" around myself as of late. it makes sense, as there are definitely things i need to deal with that are completely out of my control - helping something/solving issues elsewhere may balance things out? i have no clue, i've been on autopilot for so long, i am just going with it. i'm with the flow, man.