Life Rocks

There's a race today and I'm not in it. Three in a row, each four weeks from the last meant twelve weeks of intense training, often twice a day. That's a pretty good chunk of the spring and summer spent in pursuit of a few numbers on a results sheet. I think what broke the pattern was the time it took to recover from the last race, almost a full week. I'm not twenty years old any more, and I can't expect my body to do the things it could do then. I'm okay with that; I'm doing extremely well. So now I'm digging into other pursuits with gusto, though some involve sitting my butt in a chair and typing.

Recent relationship changes -- my ex-girlfriend and I are "taking a break" from each other -- have me re-thinking possibilities. I received amazing comments from dear friends here in response to the growth of that relationship and the trade-offs it seemed to imply. At the time, though, I wasn't giving up anything in any immediate sense since I was living a pretty vanilla life outside of The Blogosphere. That may be changing a bit, though.

Some questions raised by minor health issues -- no danger, don't worry! -- late last year prompted me to action on several fronts. This lead me to a therapist who is quite kink friendly, and I've been able to openly discuss Quietlisten (and all the issues that side of me raises) with her. We've made many huge strides, but the largest may be yet to come.

Thanks so much to the friends who have posted comments, universally supportive and positive, by the way. I'm fortunate to have people out there who genuinely care about me and want to see the "whole me" succeed... kinky and vanilla together. I never really went away, but I was distracted for a time. This happens sometimes when I'm out taking in life in great gulps and pours. I will certainly let everyone know how I'm progressing and if anything further changes as I go through this learning process.

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