Good evening, fellow kinksters!
With all of the turmoil lately and this being the crazy season at work, I feel like I’ve lost track of me. Who I am and what I am. All of my friends on both sides of the slash have mentioned that I’m not like my old self.
It’s true. I’ve lost the enjoyment of many things I used to love to do. Writing. Reading. Staying in close touch with friends. Studying. Learning. All of these have been pushed to the side with all of the other insanity that is my daily life.
I see friends, old and new, that I used to chat with nearly incessantly that I haven’t heard from in forever. It’s me. I know it is. In my own little self imposed exile, I’ve lost track of what and who I am.
I long to be who I was. I miss the certainty of direction and clarity of thought. A quick breath and then back to rediscovering me.
Max
