Balancing Acts

Things are changing.

It is the end of summer and the beginning of my favorite season. My schedule is also shifting from free-spirited independence to one of structure. I have a self-imposed bedtime now. I have places to be, people who I need to account to. I'm operating more in the "real world" than I have in a long time and it's an exercise in balance.

I've always sucked at balancing. (My Wii Fit wonders how I manage walking.) I tend to go full throttle, throw myself fully into the next challenge and forget the obsessions of days past.

But there is one obsession I will not forget. He was not the person I was looking for. He was the dark horse...an older man, a former Disciplinarian who really wasn't looking for me either. This is more than spanking. This is more than D/s. I can't not be with him, regardless of our conflicting schedules.

I am his. And he has assured me that it is all right if I call him mine. My disciplinarian. My Dom. My boyfriend (although that word seems silly and I refuse to say "man friend" as it makes me giggle and I immediately think of "man root", pervert that I am).

We are not just casual elements in each others' lives. He is not just another of my growing obligations; nor am I his. We choose, every day, to make the time, to keep the connection, to constantly reaffirm our value to one another.

And even if I have to drive an hour between appointments to plant myself over his lap for 15 minutes while he works from home, it will be done. How's that for balance?


BTW, I just noticed in the last picture a woman behind the man, holding up something that looks suspiciously like a plant in the corner. A human topiary? Interesting.