Last night I realized I am not ready to be His. The collar was in front of me, like a crown of jewels and thorns, tempting me. I am not yet a thoroughbred slave.
It takes a great deal of self-awareness to recognize when you are not ready, especially when we really want something. I knew I hadn’t quite achieved yet the skills necessary to serve him properly. I am grateful to Him for His guidance and true Mastery skills in allowing me to reach that decision on my own.
We are taught from the time we are knee-high to focus on the positive and not dwell on the negative, to focus on success and not failure. I challenge an aspect of that. What is wrong with talking about failure? Isn’t that how learn and grow? Is feeling pain and sacrifice so bad when we know there is a great lesson to be learned?
Thoroughbreds aren’t just born into a best in class place, molded into it through practice and discipline.
I am a thoroughbred and it is just a matter of time before I wear His mark of ownership.
your kinky courtesan xx