One year ago today, I locked myself in my bedroom with a glass of wine in tow and began engaging in something that felt… kind of naughty. I didn’t tell a soul I was going to try it. After weeks spent contemplating and reflecting on my life , I had decided that I would give it a go. I was immensely fearful.
My lack of experience was clear but I continued, nevertheless. I was clumsy. I was confused. I searched deep within my soul and…did it. It didn’t feel great, just good. Liberating. Secretive. Dirty.
The next day I went at it again. This time, in the living room. No one was home, of course. Just me and this new world I had discovered. My fingers did most of the work. Exploring, probing and feeling their way through the unknown. They were sore after the first hour but I kept on going in spite of the pain. No pain, no gain, I reminded myself.
Sure enough, after a while it felt really good. My shyness had withered away and I became bolder in my explorations. I was hooked. The more I did it, the more I liked it. I couldn’t stop. I averaged 3 hours per day, sometimes 4. Instant gratification was my daily goal and I achieved it… and some.
It was then that I decided I had to confess to my husband about this secret life I was fully engaged in. I explained it the best I could and even asked him to join me in the fun, but he declined. He didn’t understand why I needed this so badly. Was he not enough for me? He came around after watching me do it a couple of times and began encouraging me to keep going. Let it all out, he would say. Don’t hold back. Lose yourself in the moment and release your inhibitions, baby.
Thus, here I am,
celebrating my one year Blogaversary!!!
Thank you for reading and caring.
Now, let’s dance!