08-12-2016, 09:48 AM
[S2 - Day 14]
Today is the fourth day I have been in the province. I really enjoy living here, quiet, cool weather and the price is good. People here is quite passive and it is hard to find a job here, but I see some chance to do business. Tomorrow I will come back home, quite sad but it need more preparation to stay here. At least some money.
Sub is letting me see how passive I have been. I tend to let people choose the dynamic, let them go first and set the stage. Not initiate but wait for other to start first. It's something I'm proud of before, that I have the flexibility, and I move like water. Now I see it's some kind of fitting in or being reactive. Start to have some thoughts about what kind of pp I want to work with, place I want to live, who I want to hanging out.
Have a shift of thinking. What is me made of? A little meat, some bones, mix together with water. That thought make me more easy-going than before. But I also start to think I am the prize. I'm fucking awesome. Why? All the things that I do for myself, that I keep improving myself day by day, facing my fear, step out of my comfort zone. What another else I can be? I'm unique, I'm a special meat, so girls, come to eat me.
Today is the fourth day I have been in the province. I really enjoy living here, quiet, cool weather and the price is good. People here is quite passive and it is hard to find a job here, but I see some chance to do business. Tomorrow I will come back home, quite sad but it need more preparation to stay here. At least some money.
Sub is letting me see how passive I have been. I tend to let people choose the dynamic, let them go first and set the stage. Not initiate but wait for other to start first. It's something I'm proud of before, that I have the flexibility, and I move like water. Now I see it's some kind of fitting in or being reactive. Start to have some thoughts about what kind of pp I want to work with, place I want to live, who I want to hanging out.
Have a shift of thinking. What is me made of? A little meat, some bones, mix together with water. That thought make me more easy-going than before. But I also start to think I am the prize. I'm fucking awesome. Why? All the things that I do for myself, that I keep improving myself day by day, facing my fear, step out of my comfort zone. What another else I can be? I'm unique, I'm a special meat, so girls, come to eat me.
