1) Write every day, even if it's just 50 words.
2) Pamper myself once a week.
3) Learn what I needed to know about my current job.
4) Search for a new job.
It went all right for a while, though I oscillated back and forth between feeling comfortable at my job and screaming cause in reality i was hating the hell out of it. About 2 months after that, I lost that job and started falling to pieces. I didn't have the energy (mental or physical) to focus and do what I needed to and felt lost and overwhelmed, and voices from the darker places of my mind were like being seated next to the speakers at a death metal concert.
Fast forward to last night. I had a breakdown of breakdowns and was curled up on the couch crying talking with my Lady about what was going on. She (once again) reassured me that no, she was not ready to tell me to go to hell (which would have been ironic since, emotionally, i've already got a foot in the door) and cut me out of her life, and that yes, she does care for me both as a friend and as her submissive. With that in mind, she has re-organized my Quest. The new terms are:
1) Write 1000 words a week. This can be in blogs or stories (probably some mix of the two would be ideal). She must be able to see them.
2) One hour of self-care per day. Walking, self-pampering, etc. This is to be tweeted about with the tag #dailyselfcare
3) Search for therapy resources here in Raleigh.
Lastly, not so much a term of my Quest, but as something that is likely to improve things for me overall, she is moving me to Minnesota with her. This was the plan from the beginning, but with things the way they are, I'm in a rut of badness and gloom atm, so pulling me somewhere new to start fresh can't be bad.
An ending is just a new beginning on the other side, right?
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