It’s never a chore, each morning it’s the highlight, standing by the window, with a purpose and i would never want to miss a day. I have had to, but not by choice.
Before, and after, there is routine, there is chaos, there is chore, there is pleasure, but in the moment there is only the warm glow, the time that is for me to focus on my protocol, focus on the gift of having it, focus on Mistress’s words, and focus on me.
This morning, i was lumbering and i was between competing forces, but i made the time, it was important for me, i squeezed it in.
