I told myself at the beginning of my awakening that I am just tired of being seen as good to everyone. Maybe I equated good with boring. Bad is exciting, young, free, happy.
Yet here I am, ready to post about my life, putting it all out there and now I am worried about being seen as bad. Some person I don’t know or need the acceptance of, I actually do need the acceptance of… I wrote about masturbating this morning, but I didn’t want someone to read it and be offended or disgusted.
Perhaps its time to set my limits, ask myself what my husband would do if he found out I ______. (insert bad behavior) I think this blog is going to help my balance. I can talk about the naughty and avoid doing it. Time will tell I guess.