10 miles ridden everyday
weights everyday
pilates everyday
growth everyday
meal prepping everyday
never giving up everyday
this is me from the day I turned 50 on May 16 to yesterday 2 months of hard work, learning and falling, getting back up, pushing myself tears on the last mile ready to give up
submitting and owning myself and my responsibilities this is me and I will not stop
The aroma of strong roasted coffee fills the airs and I leisurely await for thr carafe to fill I watch each drop as it suspends then releases to fill the line
i gaze out the window through the gauze curtain, watching the clouds simply be. I long to shed my fears and drive my desires with a sure and sound voice.
for now I cradle my coffee and sip, enjoying each moment I am given proud of who I am, knowing my start, and all my faults, I am simply me
My day was free, free to sit outside under the shade of my apricot tree I sat and read, worked on my manuscript, editing, changing thoughts of plot lines. Resting my head back and closed my eyes and listened to the breeze drift across the plains I wandering my yard , saw the blooms of Hens & Chicks . Summer heat is here. My body is alive and hungers for a simple life.
This is my 50! I’ve been 50 for 2months now my life is on a path that I didn’t think I would be on . A path that will have struggles and will spend nights alone I’ve learned that those nights are not scary but a time to grow, rejuvenate my spirit
I’ve put more time into my writings and have a cloudy timeline to get published
this is my 50 and I love it
Finally loving myself, letting myself fly and grow and know it’s ok to love wholeheartedly
I get online and start checking my msgs and I have a msg very early this morning, it cam from a new dom. He was saying Hi, new to the site, etc. I being a polite person I replied back with hello, said that he should read profiles and perhaps have one himself, instead of a completely blank. He replied shortly saying that the only reason he msgd me was that he was horny and I was online. EWWW, No no not the place for that. If you are wanting to get off, head over to other sites out there.
I shook my head
warm yet cold
Soft yet hard
the chain coils itself around my heart securing its links. Binding tight with the strength it bares.
As I sleep the ever so cold metal coils to my breasts, tempering to me. My warmth becomes its heat
the links nestle against my heart, burrowing deeply, attaching itself to me, to never be more than 32 links apart.
the flesh of softness and desire, the metal of coldness and strength , together as one
I carry the marks with devotion and grace
need I say more
