Just a warning, this is going to start with a bit of real life stress but will end with champagne and happiness, so don’t feel too awful.
I try not to go into any work detail but I need to explain what has happened this week.
I have had a horrid work week. I had to reprimand someone and this is not normally an issue except for this person is also my friend. She went bonkers, argued from the get go (despite admitting that not only was everything I said valid and correct but also that I had spoken to her about these issues repeatedly in the last few months), twisted everything I said, refused to talk to me for the rest of the week, refused to acknowledge all my offers of help and support- I don’t want to rehash it all. Let us just say she was unholy, relentlessly unkind and mean. And it shows no signs of stopping yet.
Midway through the week I got told off by Himself. I had not been terribly awful but just a little bit tricky. He told me off and made me feel about one inch tall and then (blushes) put me in the corner where he watched me and reduced my one inch height to about 1/4 inch. (After he does this he makes me feel more loved and more wonderful than it should be possible to make one girl feel- it is a journey thing.)
Whilst I was there I thought for a moment what a funny old world it is. I spend my day times being all in charge and sorting things out and by night time I am standing with my bottom all bare in the corner. And then I felt a brief flush of pride. I can accept being wrong, I can be told off and not throw a tantrum and be mean and unkind. If it is possible for one to have pride over one’s humility then that is what I had. I know that I am not perfect and I am changing and will continue to change for the rest of my life.
Everything will be OK.
I have earned champagne though because the week is over and I have not once reacted to the nasty little tantrums of the girl I told off.
I have a wonderful weekend coming up. Tomorrow I am going for a long run in the morning and then I am going to see some friends for the night. We will talk and laugh and I will tell them that I wrote a rude story that will be published and chortle at their shocked faces.
Life is good, the bad bits are just blips and we can handle them.
You do deserve champagne. And cuddles.
Poppy, well done, that is a difficult situation, especially if the person involved is a friend.
I'm glad that your week-end will be fun.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Thank you both of you. I am working on the first "C" right now.
Paul, it was very horrid indeed and thank you for saying well done. I will have lots of fun this weekend and that should sort me out for Monday. Monday is a million years away by the way.
Poppy, I'm so new to all of this–the spanking, the embarrassment at wanting it, at needing it, at the desire to have my man in charge of my life at home, after the sun goes down, after being an independent woman all day. I don't always understand what's happening to me, but I think that I'm changing, and I thank you for being an inspiration that it's all right to follow your heart, and trust your own crazy desires. I love your humor and your comfort with yourself. Thanks for being there!
Hi Scarlet,
Shall I tell you a secret? We are all new at this. Exactly what you said- it still feels bewildering and I think when we can understand it utterly or when it makes sense to us then maybe it will not be as it once was. So when you wrote about how you feel you made me know that you and I are just the same. If I could I would give you a hug, not a comfort hug (you don't need it) but rather a "Oh, look, we are the same" hug.
Thank you for saying such kind things to me. As you can tell, I had a rubbish week and what you wrote made me feel a bit less rubbish. So, thank you for being there too.