That's What Friends Are For

I haven't written much in a few days because .. well, I guess because my mind is cluttered with worries about things I can't change and therefore shouldn't worry about. The election, the economy, whether or not the Rays will win the World Series (ok, joking about that). A lot of things really, a few too personal to mention.

My friends have really been there for me, some without even knowing. One has hypnotized me a couple of times to help me relax. I'd forgotten how good it feels to let go of all the stress even for a little while. He's probably reading this and thinking, "so why are you still worrying?" All I can say is, "I'm a Domme - you expect me to accept all suggestions?" ;) The truth is, I don't really know why I can't let go of all the worries lately, but your suggestions have helped. I just take awhile getting there I guess.

Another is my "infectious happiness" friend. I don't think I've ever known another person quite like him as he's always cheerful and not in an annoying sort of way. He sort of oozes happiness and sometimes he splashes all over me. Today I received a text from him saying "I'm in Starbucks and across the room from me is Arnold Schwarzenegger." "Wow!" I message him back. "You should go back there often. He'll be back." I know it was corny but he laughed because that's the sort of person he is.

Then there's my "sweetest person in the world" friend who is always telling me I'm beautiful and sweet and sexy. He even sometimes asks me to sing for him (I promise you, if you'd heard me sing you'd know just how sweet and just how good of a friend he is for that!). If we're talking and I don't feel like saying anything for a little bit, he just sits and listens to me breathe.

T and G, two that I've been friends with forever, are my ESP friends.. You know those types - they know the minute I say "hello" if things aren't right and they gently probe around til I tell them what's wrong. They're the ones who listened to me cry (a lot) after I ended my relationship and after my father died. I know how uncomfortable people are with that much emotion so that, among a number of other things, makes them really special to me.

I would keep going but the fact that I *could* keep on going is enough to make me take a step back and consider how blessed I am. That's enough to cheer me up considerably :)

Well, I will mention that my friendship with David continues to grow. He now knows that I am a Domme and more or less what that means in Lady-Julia terms. We've gone out to eat a couple of times since I last wrote about him and then today he sent flowers. A "pick-me-up" bouquet - who knew there even was such a thing? I'll write more soon about all that's gone on with him, but for now, the phone is ringing.

Now why again was I upset and worried? :)