I’m an impatient woman, an impatient submissive, and a worrier. Rarely is there such a thing as “enough” for me.
Do we have enough money? Do we have enough food? Am I enough as a mother? Is he enough for me? Am I doing enough?
When I can get my brain to shut the hell up, I can experience “enough.”
Enough is a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day. Enough is when the noise in my head is silent. Enough is contentment, peace, and lack of worry over things of which I have no control. Enough is loving completely and accepting that I am completely loved.
Enough is not a dollar amount. Enough is not a job title. Enough is not a street address. Enough is not material in nature.
Getting to “enough” is both deceptively simple and vastly difficult. Enough, for me, means acceptance – acceptance of what is and what will be. From the outside looking in, we tell each other to just stop wanting this, just stop needing that, just stop worrying, just stop. Always easier said than done.
When Daddy is here with me, I experience “enough.” I want for little more than I already have. I’m content in the moment. When “enough” fills me, I believe I can accomplish any dream I have, that we can do the impossible together. When he leaves, “enough” flies out of my head. Noise invades once more, and I am forced to navigate the maze of my unceasing thoughts and worries.
What is enough? He is enough, and I am enough. Together, we are enough.
Welcome to Wicked Wednesday, where this week’s prompt was, “What does enough mean to you?” I could write thousands of words on this one, but I decided to go with the first thought that popped into my mind.
Enough. It’s a weird word which wakes one to worry worthlessly. Other times, it creates enough temptation to tantalize tremendous trepidation. Other times, enough begs boredom blindly into the Bordeaux’s bedrooms. Curiously, enough can cook-up kooky ideas which can cause crazy conundrums. When describing desire, enough can define a desirable Dom dictating demands to delirious submissives. And then there’s the enough which surreptitiously sneaks in and subconsciously seduces succumbing submissives.
But enough is enough of enough. When is enough, enough? Never. As long as I am perpendicular, pushing a pulse, I’ll be a pragmatic prognosticator pining to please my submissive Mynx through being the Dom she needs me to be!
But alas, enough alliterations already! 🙂
-Tom Wolf
Ah, Mr. Wolf, you made me smile and giggle…enough isn’t always enough, eh?
Ponderous for certain. 🙂 Glad to send a laugh or two into everyone’s day!
-Tom Wolf
Brilliantly put and I so agree…. enough is not about money or jobs it is about the people we are with the life we lead as a whole
Mollyxxx
Exactly. I had a lot of growing up to do before I figured this out. 🙂
Beautifully put. Your form of ‘enough’ is very similar to ours.
Thank you. 🙂 And I’m very glad that you understand my form of “enough.”
Very thoughtful post. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for reading! 🙂
“Together we are enough” << Lovely sentiment! 🙂
🙂 Thank you!
“Together we are enough” … lovely, and exactly how we are too. I can live without all adventures we have, but I cannot live without him, because alone I am not enough.
Love this post!
Rebel xox
Thank you!
Those are beautiful sentiments…I agree completely. 🙂
I just found your blog and I love it! I recently discovered that I am submissive and want to be in a D/s relationship (marriage). The concept of “enough” is a struggle for me, I am just hoping that I will one day have a Sir that will help calm my mind.
Thank you! And welcome to my little kinky part of the universe. 🙂
Be patient, be discerning, and don’t rush into anything, and the right Sir will be out there for you. A good Dominant is hard to find, but worth the wait.