His little one

Talked to M this morning and we really will be moving this year. I'm really excited, but I'm also kinda freaking out. We have lived in our house for ten years and I have never lived more than 50 miles away from here. While I have had some bad things happen to me that I wouldn't wish on anyone, I guess I have still lived a really sheltered life. A move to another state is a huge change for us. I dunno, guess it feels kind of like edge play in that it is a bit scary, but incredibly appealing. I think it will be a really good thing for us though. M can do the work He really loves and hopefully we can spend a bit more time together. He's been working the same 12-15 hour days 5-7 days a week for as long as we have been together. And I have become deeply concerned about His health. Plus, I'm just an attention whore at heart and I hate having a " good morning, good by, good night" relationship with Him. I think He was a bit surprised when I told Him to follow His dreams so quickly. Like He said though when we were talking about life the other day, "it's time to put up or shut up." And He's right. So it's time to put up, lay all the cards on the table, and go all in.
I love the feeling of being really alive. I mean, so often it is like most of us go through life in a fog, we see reality through a pane glass, we experience through filters, and never truly live. I never wanted to be that. Maybe that is one of the reasons I love D/s. I believe life is meant to experience, to truly be lived. Nothing more and nothing less. Love, hate, joy, pain, laughter, fear, blood, sweat, and tears. If you insulate yourself in a little bubble and never reach out to truly experience being human, you never really live.