#365Gratitude Day 253: Perspective and a car accident

I'm grateful today for a car accident that didn't happen. 

It wasn't even mine. It almost happened to my friend Shokolada. 

The important word here is almost.  

Someone else's car accident. 

I'm glad he's okay.

I've been in car accidents before. Some of them were my fault. Some were not. 

I'm grateful to be healthy, whole, and unharmed from them.  I'm grateful that my friend wasn't just in one.  

Moreover, at moments like these, the various small displeasures and discomforts I deal with on a daily basis recede and diminish, much like the tail lights on a car driving away from you at night.  

Sorry, it's a theme on my mind. 

But anyhow, things like needing to drive to work instead of taking the train, or figuring out when you can fit a workout in your day, or having to remember to buy contact lens cleaner on your way home, all those little bothersome minutiae, they just mean so much nothing when you compare them to a car accident.  

I'm grateful for the perspective. 

#365Gratitude Day 252: A Surprise visit from ResonantYes

This morning, I got a surprise message from my friend, ResonantYes.  You know, the musician behind Radiant, and Dip Shop.  Yes, that ResonantYes.  

At the end of the day we went out for drinks and dinner, and all sorts of talking about philosophy, ageplay, erotica, sexuality, and just life. 

It was great.  My friendship with him, and his partner, RoadNotTaken, has brought me a lot of joy.  They're exceptionally nice, thoughtful people, who have gone out of their way to help us with the podcast (like by making our awesome closer, which we've used now since episode 97, I think), being podcast guests, and just being damn good friends.

My life is richer because he's in it.  I'm grateful for him.

#365Gratitude Day 251: Recursion, or repeating myself

So sometimes, I am grateful for the same things I've been grateful for, before.

In programming, this is often referred to as recursion.  Here's an incredibly DRY article about it.  The thing about repeating myself in this sense is, it just drives home how strongly I am grateful for something.  I'm super glad that there aren't any rules to my life except the ones I make for myself.  I don't need anyone's permission to repeat myself, and I'm grateful for it.  In fact, so much so, that I wrote a post about it.  

#365Gratitude Day 250: PrettyFlower

My gratitude today is for my friend, PrettyFlower.  You know her.  She was on episode 95 of the Big Little Podcast, she's that ageplayer and artist who runs Pretty Dirty Words. 

She fucking loves people.

PrettyFlower is just damn cool.  Why she's my gratitude for today is because of her rampant, unchecked, and brilliant blossoming.  She's at a place in her kink "career" that I haven't been in about 20 years.  Everything is new, exciting, terrifying, energizing, and life altering to her.  

She's awesome about sharing it with me, too.  We talk regularly about various kink goings-on in our lives to one another, and wax emotional, philosophical, and sexual about what it means to each of us.  She's sort of the master of having her cake and eating it, too.  She dives into experiences headlong, drinks them in thoroughly, has a fine (or crappy) time doing it, and then later on, we get to talk about it.  We infinitely comb through, analyze, deconstruct, and codify these experiences for our mutual, shared benefit.

Is it hot?  God, yes.  Is it fun?  Most of the time.  Sometimes we share things that are gut wrenching and terrible.  But our shared process breaks those things down and makes them palatable, beneficial, even.  Being friends with PrettyFlower is a bit like going back in time, to experience my own life as young age player, while getting to bring along 20 years of experience doing it.  Plus, this time around, I get to have a vagina, or something like that.  

She's such a generous sharer of her awesome experiences, and heart.  I'm grateful for her.

#365Gratitude Day 249: An unhealthy breakfast