So, I’m expecting some fallout from my last post–mainly from J, who claims that he isn’t going to read this anymore because I always say bad things about him. I don’t, but I’m of the mind that if you want good things said about you, then your behavior should reflect that. In other words, if you don’t want people to call you a dick–don’t be a dick. It’s pretty simple, right? Plus, he gets insecure, but don’t we all?
And let’s be honest, I’m kind of a nympho. Not in the sex-addict sense (if there even is such a thing)–but in the I-have-a-very-healthy-sex-drive sense. I love sex–alone, with a partner(s), in a group, in private, with an audience, during the day, at night, vanilla, kink–you name it–I’m probably willing to give it a whirl. Or not. It just depends on my mood. And I could be kidding about some of my limits–but maybe I’m not. Get to know me, as me–as a person, human to human. You’ll find out.
So what is there to say about today? Not much–it’s Monday and it has been relatively uneventful so far. I have a meeting today, with the designer and the tile guy (he probably has an actual title, but Idk what it is)–a fireplace meeting. I used to try cases in front of juries–I used to be in court every day defending people, their civil liberties, the Constitution–and now?
Now I attend meetings about tile. I spend hours picking out faucets. I’m not at all comfortable with this new role–I like to be…busier. More purposeful. What I did had meaning–both as an attorney and as a therapist. I made people’s lives better. And now? Now I make things pretty. I exist to inspire and encourage. I’m a muse for whomever takes inspiration from me and because of me. I really hope that it’s enough in the long term.
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