Happy Anniversary to me

Today marks the one-year anniversary of my divorce. I won't go into the hopes of my marriage, or the details of its downfall, but I was happy the day it was finally over. Relieved and free, I began to make my way back to what was important in my life.

And now, 365 days later, I emerge unlike anyone I was before, but more like the person I always was. It's been a treasure hunt of an experience: full of fool's gold and false leads, the occasional pot at the end of the rainbow, some pirates and vagabonds, and many people with amazing capacities to live and love.

I have grown my circle of friends to include people near and far, most I've never met. These people are, at times, the very first to hear of my successes and frustrations. This fact doesn't speak to the absence of close, "real-time" friends, but rather the extraordinary power of our kink and of our ability to make meaningful connections online.

A few weeks after my independence day, I joined my first spanking personals site and began "asking for it" online. That site was Spankfinder. I owe a lot of my learning to those I encountered there. Although there were times of great pain (of the non-physical sort), those instances are marked with positivity. I'm happy I traveled those paths, made those mistakes and connections and learned from them. I'm appreciative of every single person I've encountered, regardless of result.

There have been far more great experiences than bad ones. My online friends have formed a sort of safety net of encouragement around me, my own private cheer squad.

This is truly a journey for me. And while I sometimes wish I made less missteps and more headway, I'm surely getting there. Wherever "there" is, I feel my arrival with a confidence and an optimism that a year-and-a-day ago would have seemed a pipe dream.

Thank you to everyone who has said "hello", "good-bye", and "ttys". Thank you to everyone who reads this blog; whether it's for 2 seconds or an hour, I'm happy you came. You all are the details in the fabric of this tale I weave.

Now: off to celebrate with one of those amazing people I met. Nothing says "closure" like bar-hopping and spanking in the back seat. I am, after all, a spanko.