Reflections

By lissa

Greetings Masters,
Greetings Mistresses,
Hello slaves,

I hope that everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving, filled with good friends, good food, and family fun that makes it memorable.

With the holiday season in full swing, and the hustle and bustle of all that entails, I find myself in a state of reflection. It's nothing new to me, it generally happens this time of year. The new year approaching along with the opportunities to improve my life.

This past year has been one filled with extremes. Most of them negative, but there have been rays of sunshine as well. I've learned a great deal about myself and the people around me. Ok, well maybe negative is the wrong word, they have been more like major speed bumps in the road of life and of living this life of a slave. It's hard sometimes to let go of it and move on. And it's hard not to want to share those hard times with others. So that maybe someone else will not have to endure the pain that I have.

I'd like to dedicate this column to some people I have met along the way. I'm not going to be naming names, because each of you know who you are. And it is those of you who I sincerely and whole heartedly wish the very best of holiday cheer and the coming new year.

To the friends I've lost touch with for one reason or another. I want to thank you. For opening your hearts and sometimes your homes. To teach me things I could have never learned otherwise and to know that I was always cared for. And by the way, C watch your mail. I'm sending you what I promised. Thank you for being understanding.

I don't know that he reads this column, but knowing the grapevine as I do, I'm sure this will get back to him. Which is what I am hoping will happen. To the man who moved me across country and gave me a home for awhile. Despite all thats been said and done. Thank you. Thank you for making me see myself, and forcing me to learn things I didn't want to learn. For making me re-examine things and come back at this life with a much clearer picture of what that entails.

To the woman who has always been there, through some of the happiest and lonliest times of my life. You've pushed me to remain true to what I claim, you given me a shoulder to cry on and an ear to vent to. You've always given me another way to look at things and you've always been able to find a way to make each day a little brighter. Thank you.

To the poster children of M/s (grins) I don't know that I would have enough space to fill, with what you both mean to me. Nor to give my undying love, gratitude and thanks for all that you've done. Thank you both, for being exactly what you claim, and for being exactly what I needed. All I can think to say is said in a song. Celine Dion, Because you loved me. Thank you.

To the Master and his slave, of never ending bathroom projects (hahaha). Thank you both for helping me along the way. You've both given me a great deal of support and conversation. New ways to think of things, and old ways that I had forgotten. I owe you both more than I can afford to give, but I might be able to get the girl a new road map. Her old one is kinda rough looking. Thank you.

To the man that held me while I cried, and watched as I laughed, and corrected me when I was wrong. Who captured a big part of my heart by being who you were, and having the strength to say it was ok. You taught me to love when I didn't think it was possible and you showed me that even in the end, some relationships just don't ever die. Thank you.

I hope I haven't left anyone out. People come in and out of your life and touch you for but a brief second before fading away. Each one leaves behind something. Some part of themselves that help to shape you into who you are. Good or bad, right or wrong. Each of those people have left their mark and I wish them the very best as well.

I've been blessed in my life and it is my christmas wish for each of you to find the blessings and love that I have found.

Happy Holidays!

always,

lissa

P.S. I heard santa likes cookies and beer, go figure I always thought it was milk. But hey, I'm going to have him a Black & Tan waiting. Maybe he'll find me a copy of the slave handbook *winks*

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