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I asked myself, “Where is your drive lately?” I don’t know. I don’t know where I packed it. I don’t know which bag or box or house it’s in. I don’t even know when I will find it in the unpacking process.

I’m sorry guys. I’ve not been posting on Steemit consistently lately. Instagram yes, but Steemit no. So why is that? I’m pondering that question myself, because I don’t have the answer right off hand.

I don’t really need words here. The pictures speak for me. I had so much fun goofing around and model training with my friend. Grateful 🙏🏽 pc 📷 @sean-king

I don’t post my yoga asana photos to display or teach perfect alignment. Hell, look here...my hips aren’t square and my flexibility is just beginning to let me reach that back foot up, but that’s okay.

I used to be the most shy, insecure, anxious, uncomfortable-in-my-own-skin person. I kid you not. I didn’t want to be that way. I tried to feel, act, behave or display myself on the outside more confidently

“It’s only temporary...” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve uttered those words over the last year. 1 month from now we will move for the 3rd time in 13 months. Inconveniences. Delays. Storage space.

One of my main life interests is working to see through my stories, my head games, my dramas and traumas. I like to write about my insights, which often come after a period of struggle. So when life is

My Man captured the light so beautifully in these photos! Too good not to share. pc 📷 @sean-king 🙏🏽

“Who are you?' said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I WAS when I got

Modern-day world seems obsessed with self establishment. Self identity. Dare I say sometimes even self-aggrandizement. We’re all dealing inside with the same questions about our worthiness (it’s a core

I’m starting to see everything backwards. The habits we strive to practice to attain something often simply turn out to be the natural result of a mental state changed. We don’t feel calm, serene, and

We have a process... We take the photos together. He processes the photos. He then shares the final images with me via iCloud. We then are each free to share the photos on our respective blogs. Take the

Honestly I thought submission worked uniquely for me because I was special or a natural sub. But now I see... We all have our shit, our stories, our core beliefs about our identity that we locked onto

This morning while driving I stopped at a traffic light and looked at my phone. HONK Apparently the light turned green without me seeing it, and the car behind me honked their horn. I put my phone away,

This crazy guy 😆 I haven’t given a Nico update lately, but he is here and still very happy. He has a little ear infection and hasn’t been able to go to the beach for 10 days. It hurts my heart to watch

I’ve been on antidepressants. Not recently, but for many years I took them. I didn’t have better coping skills back then and so I looked to the pills when things got too crazy, too stressful, or when there

My intention here is not to PURPOSELY trigger or offend, but it’s also to NOT AVOID everything that might somehow be triggering to someone somewhere. Walking on tiptoes and eggshells all of the time is

I’ve found that pain is usually a messenger. Now sometimes of course it’s just random, but often if you look closer it’s the result of some unconscious imbalance in your life. For instance, let’s suppose

So my friend here @acesontop had a post that mentioned “what’s up with censoring just the nipples on females and leaving the rest of the breasts exposed?” You can see his original post here (sorry idk

It’s so weird. I had to search for a photo to go along with the quote from “Daring Greatly” that I shared yesterday. I had to search HARD. I don’t have all that many photos, proportionally, in my stash