Cycle 36th: Rest/Washout
It’s dark out, I’m parked, in my car listening to Sail on. My thoughts are revolving around my future, my past, and not about the present cause it bored me. I’m skipping that tonight in the buffet of thoughts in my mind.
I have decided to pick a title and, pretty much run it solo, or semi-solo for now, until at least I feel things are back on track.
The healing I got a glimpse of from my test run of nKST1, I wonder where it would lead if I let it run its course, undivided and gave it my full attention.
That being said, I’m eager for the new Sanguine or RoM and if one could supplement and offer support for this upcoming cycle, without taking away resources that Total Breakdown needs to accomplish its mission.
God knows I long for that inner peace.
Aside from a test run of KST1, I am pretty sure Stark Black was instrumental in many of these insights as well; a result of Fire and Saint’s genius teamwork.
Looking back into my sub journey, I always took into consideration finances or financial stability as my primary reason for picking a title or crafting a stack or custom.
Sure attraction is there, sex is there, health, relationship, charisma, appearance, intelligence, but finances is always number 1.
Thing is I’m tired doing that. There are titles I’m not running that I feel would make me happier but I have to set them aside because I am in the rat race.
Who built this damned race… I sure as hell didn’t.
Born to play in the rat race? Who decided that? I feel some anger thinking about it.
Recon? Maybe.
Presults from Khan, wanting to break free? Maybe.
I’m not in the mood to do a stack or pick a title for surviving. At least not at this time.
Sometimes I feel like I’m living just to patch cracks in the wall.
I don’t think I want to do that right now.
I’m resting wealth focused titles for now. At least this cycle.
I’ll focus on healing. My intuition is nudging me in that direction.
I have a few hesitations, some I didn’t write in my journal but I’m letting go and doing it.
Life is too short. Overthinking makes it shorter, and less fun.
I don’t like committing or making promises publicly, it feels like I’m not doing it for myself or doing it to impress. I don’t like that. So I’ll do my thing and try to stay out of my own way.
Here’s to the washout.
P.S.
Radio switched to midnight train to Georgia as I’m typing this. Huh. How about that.