Every time I sit down to write, or even think about sitting down to write for Magic, Sex and Coffee, I get overwhelmed. I get worked up because I want it to perfectly encompass who I am as a person while still balancing the idea that someone else is actually interested in what I have to say. So I start second guessing everything and all of a sudden I've gone down this giant, never-ending rabbit hole of self-doubt, fear, and loathing. When I come out of the other side, I have exactly what I went in with: a blank space where my first blog post should be, but with an added bonus. I now feel shitty about myself, and oh, is that glass of red wine calling my name? Yeah, I'll just do this later.
But later never comes. Until, of course, it does. Like right now.
I am currently sitting on the other side of the rabbit hole, having finished that glass of red wine (Meiomi, if you must know. Yes, I highly recommend.), and lo and behold I have some words in that blank space. Holy shit. I think I may even have a few sentences or two.
Here it is: it was all figured out. I had the budding career in a male-dominated industry, two rockstar children, an amazing community of friends and family, and an outstanding love/sex life.
So a few things have changed. Poker -- back burner. Sex -- front and center.
Connection. Orgasms. Freedom. Compassion. Fire. Strength. Vulnerability. All the things that come with pleasure. All the magical things. Care to join?