Good Riddance to 2022

Last year I was not on top of much of anything. After experiencing an immense amount of loss and a change in my own personal relationship dynamic, I found myself with very little energy to hold space for myself, let alone my clients and submissives. Its a shame really. I feel like I started out the year with some solid momentum. I had a plan to start creating more content consistently, updating this blog, and staying on top of emails and social media. I was given an opportunity to work with a phenomenal mentor and had to step away from that as well as my online work. I needed to care for myself and focus primarily on that.

The thing I've come to learn most about my work this last year is that its hard work. Like really hard work. I never though sex work was easy, but also never really truly understood the amount of effort and self that goes into it when you solely rely on it for your income and work independently.

That said, This year is good! Or at least, I'm off to a good start. *knocks on wood* I pulled some tarot about it. Don't laugh, but it looks promising. I have a lot of plans, an agenda, and a new planner, and goals beyond what I would just like to accomplish in my work. I want to visit family, I want to take trips to see friends, and spend a lot of time in nature. I want to find opportunities to move my body joyfully. I want to nail my rope work down. I want to get into building bondage furniture. I want to pick back up some classes, build a website. I want to exist in a place where I'm not doing just the bare minimum.

This isn't some new year new me shit. I want to thrive, and Mistress gets what she wants ;)

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