-
My journey to submission
I think best when I write or type and I need to think it through…comments are always welcome. I would like to use this thread as kind of journal with input from others if they feel so inclined.
I was raised with the wrong definition of submission. That to be submissive is to be unheard, quiet, not voicing your needs, a doormat so to speak. And I am not a doormat. So I rebelled. I am a woman. and I can do anything that a man can do. I set out to prove to myself. And I think I needed too. I needed to prove to me that I could do what I wanted, that I could be successful and that I could voice my needs without worrying about others. I became successful. So much so that I was attacked by others for my successes. Its when “friends” stab in you in the back that you realize how much you value those who have your back. I think I nearly lost my husband in my quest to prove myself. and again, perhaps I needed that as well. To know that I am capable but just because I can doesn’t always mean that I want to, or should or that it would be a good thing for me to pursue. I needed someone to be an anchor for my strength and to know that I don’t always have to be strong…that it will be okay if Im not. I can be the strong person that I am for the world and to hand it all off and submit…because I can’t be strong all the time. I don’t want to be. For me submission is a gift for me to me to not think, to not worry about motivations…to know that he has my back, I won’t be double crossed, a release of my alpha day personality….I reread this and it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense…Im still working on putting words to my thoughts and feelings…Its kind of a mess but then the past year and a half has been a mess that I wouldn’t wish on anyone…so its okay for everything to be a bit jumbled right now. 🙂
Log in to reply.