I’ve lost track of the number of nights in my life which ended with me watching the sunrise. Nowadays, it is primarily by choice that I am up all night, but that wasn’t always the case.
When I was in middle school, I began to have trouble getting to sleep and it would be nearly midnight or 1 am before I would finally get to sleep. And it wasn’t until college that I was diagnosed with a sleeping disorder called Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. It’s an onset insomnia in that I can’t fall asleep, but once I do, I’m out like a light.
I’ve learned to make the most of this condition. Nighttime is always a gift for the writer in me. It is the stillness and the calm of the nighttime which enables me to put the stories in my head down on paper, or I suppose into a computer, more literally.
But there are nights when I can’t find any words to type into this laptop, at least not in story format. A lack of a story to write doesn’t stop me from thinking, however. I wish it did sometimes. It is now that I have time to reflect on the journeys for which I have taken and the future ones which I have yet to begin.
I think a lot of times we are so eager to get to our destination that we neglect to enjoy the trip it takes to get where we are going. Or more importantly, where we began.
Everyone has their own story to tell and I have been fortunate in having communicated with quite a few ABDL-ers over the past few years. Each and every one of them was unique in their own way. And I find it fascinating how people discovered this little “interest”.
I have the fortune of being in a relationship with a BabyGirl who spins my senses around, takes my breath away, leaves me dizzy … and then does it all again. The time I spend with her, brief as it may be sometimes, has yielded memories and new experiences that always remain with me … as does she in my heart.
I recall the first munch I went to. It seemed like such an insurmountable challenge just to go to it and afterwards, how foolish I felt for not having gone to a munch sooner.
The people I have met and the friendships formed have been worth the time it took to get where I am. Along the way, the toughest lesson learned has been that some things weren’t meant to be. But there’s plenty of roads to travel and plenty of journey still ahead of me. And though there have been dead ends, at last, I have someone who wants to sit in the passenger’s seat of my Volvo … for the journey and for the long haul.
Where am I headed? Hmm. Probably on a roundabout course which will lead to the place where I am supposed to end up. LOL But half the reward of the journey is not knowing where you are headed, just that when you get there, you’ll know it’s where you were meant to be.
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