More downtime and resting from the previous week/weekend of South Plains Leatherfest and International Master/slave contest. Today was the first day of “normal” rhythm for both of us: I went back to my day job and slave angie was doing day-care for our granddaughters. We were missing each other pretty badly today – we had spent the previous 8 days constantly around each other and in highly stressful, “in the bubble” situations. We didn’t handle that so well in the beginning of our relationship, but over the years we’ve been through enough stressful situations enough to learn how to deal, how to handle things and what warning signs that one or the other might be struggling and need some support or rest.
One of the aspects of this sort of activity over a long period of time is the cost. Normal event drop is understandable, but the effect of that sort of sustained stress can be difficult on both of us, from a fatigue and “spoons spent” for slave angie’s lupus, or for my Aspie bucket to be full. We have learned to factor in the check we’re writing when we travel, or when we’ve been competing, because there is a cost.
It is always worth it, though. We always find a lesson, a growth, a reason for having done what we did and that makes it worth it. One of the things I promised slave angie when her lupus surfaced was that what we would do in the future would count, would feed our souls, would fulfill the purpose of why we’re here. So the cost may be a few extra days of rest, of lower and slower effort, but the priorities get taken care of, and we have new experiences and lessons and adventures to put in our scrapbook.
A small sidenote – although I’m the “author” of a lot of the posts here, they are a collaborative effort, usually us pinging the topic and writing off each other.