Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Need a better mousetrap… I mean mantra

Do you have a personal Mantra? Something you say to yourself in a sort of self motivation? I know a lot of athletes have one. I wonder if many other kinksters do.

My mantra is really helpful for getting through a tough task, or motivating myself for some domestic duties I might not otherwise be feeling enough energy for. Sometimes It’s helped me get through a particular bad day, and other times helped me absorb discomfort in a scene when I am really in it to please.

This is a bit more of a personal reflection, but I’ve come to realize as helpful as my mantra has been, I need a new one. It’s like I outgrew it, and realize I can do better.

Let me explain, my mantra was devised for me by an abusive ex Mistress. At the time I embraced it whole heartedly because I was under that blind delusion that anything she said or did was absolutely wonderful. But now I stand years later finding that the word choice is far from the best for me.

The mantra I have been using is “This boy is a slave, he serves and obeys.” It was stoic, iconic, and entirely impersonal. The third person was a big thing at the time because it put me in a place of humility, but ultimately was so overused at that point that it was actually objectifying to my sense of self and only now am I really starting to realize that, four years later. And now that I look at it critically, I am so much more than a slave, interpreting that as my entire mantra is almost limiting. And as much as service and obedience are great, devotion, trust, and love are much greater values to me in my heart.

But my powdery remains, what do I replace it with? This is going to take some thinking. Suggestions welcome.

 

The mantra I’ve used the last

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Service soothes the soul

I had a particularly bad day at work today. Not one of those something awful happened sort of days. But the entirely awkward little things all seem to happen, like yelling angry customer, and payroll confusion and machines breaking that cant be easily fixed.

When I got home, I ran on instinct and found housework that the boss needed doing, laundry was arranged, and dishes were suddenly my best friend. As soon as that was in order I hit the couch and foot rubs were given without any need for request. It was a marvellous release of the days stress, serving, being good, taking care of something I know is going to go right. They smiled at me and the world was right.

Just like that the bad day went away. funny how that goes?