Wicked Wednesday

I Rarely Look Back, Only Forward

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I’m not what you’d call a sentimental person.

I don’t keep old birthday cards. My kids drawings rarely last beyond a couple of weeks. A distinct inability to remember important dates or mail cards on time is a running joke in the family, as both my mother and I are hopeless.

Memories are important, I know that…I do. But I’ve always spent my life with my head in the clouds, thinking of tomorrow.

The “what ifs” of the world always capture my attention first. The “one days” and “maybes” and “we coulds” – I’m a dreamer.

I think that might be the first time I’ve ever admitted that without even a hint of remorse. Me…a dreamer. Yep, that seems right.

My thoughts drift to “I have an idea” and “One day let’s…” and “My plan is…” Forward thinking, future thinking, goal oriented, working toward something.

It seems strange to type those words out and not feel even a little chagrined. That’s who I am. Let me say it again…dreamer.

I embrace it, revel in it. Hell, my odd unwillingness to stop planning and list-making is what keeps everything in our kinky world moving forward. It’s a feature not a bug.

That doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could walk down memory lane more often. I try…

John Brownstone and I danced to the first (and only) song we’ve ever danced to at our wedding. Thank gawd we have that one song or I might have chosen something by Godsmack or Queen (not bad options, by the way…but not very romantic).

I remember the date we “met” by email and the date we got engaged, although I usually don’t think about it until a day or two after it passes.

The kids’ photos plaster our walls, allowing me the joy to look at those early pudgy cheeks and innocent eyes whenever I want. I marvel at how little they were, my babies.

Memory lane for me has always been a rocky place. Dark with tangles and brambles reaching out to get me. I don’t look back because it’s always been safer.

The vast majority of my memories are awkward, painful, frustrating, humiliating. I don’t mean these are all my memories, only that if I think back to “what was,” those are the first images that come to mind.

When I wondered if I really should marry my first husband…

My father on his deathbed…

Angry voices raised…

My mother throwing cans of beer out into our front yard in a rare but powerful fit of rage.

Waking up with my father sleeping in my bed because he’d come home drunk again and my mother refused to let him in her bed.

Yelling. Insults. Angry voices. Sometimes directed at me, sometimes not.

If I let myself drift down memory lane, I go back to dark places and rarely think of the good and wonderful and funny and warm memories in my life. But there’s been plenty of that, too. If all you know of me are the sad or painful memories, you’d think me unhappy. And I’m not.

I’m ridiculously, disgustingly happy. For good reason. So why would I want to think of the dark memories that bubble to the surface so easily? It’s much easier to plan for the future. To be a dreamer.

Maybe planning for the future is a coping mechanism I developed as a kid. Maybe it’s how I’m wired.

For some reason, my brain holds onto bad memories – for whatever reason – and knowing this, I have no desire to look back. Instead, I’d rather do my best in the present and keep my eyes ahead on the future. Seems much safer that way.

Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! This week’s prompt is all about memory lane. And now you know why I don’t naturally go down that particular path. I can – and I have, but it’s not my first inclination. If you’d rather have a bit of smut, you know where to go!

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About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


  • Yeah, i understand about it being difficult to look back – I too have many times I would not want to see again. I actually have got into the habit of living in the present and that seems to work for me. What a wonderful week its been for you and your family – certainly a memory you will enjoy looking back on in years to come πŸ˜‰

    • I would like to learn how to live more in the present. Future thinking is fun but exhausting, too, lol.

      And thank you – it has been wonderful and definitely a source of memories for all of us! πŸ™‚

  • I, too, have my own reasons for not wanting to look back, although I have been allowing myself to do so, a little at a time, in order to celebrate the many, many good memories I have, too. It seems to me that you are making up for the bad memories now – replacing them with happy ones. Congratulations to you and John Brownstone!

    • I am definitely making a lot of happy memories. And I have plenty more already stored away. Not quite sure why I don’t spend time thinking about them, though.

      Thank you!

  • I am somewhere between a dreamer and a practical person, leaning more to the latter. I have to know what is going to happen, have to see the steps in my mind before they happen, otherwise it causes me too much stress. And dates… I really have thing for them…

    Rebel xox

    • It’s funny, I definitely need to know the steps and process for everything I’m going to do, but I need the dream and the future goal first…THEN I need to put a plan together. Strange how that works…

  • Firstly, congratulations Mrs Kayla! Wonderful news! Maybe these memories will be easier for you to look back on in the future.
    I love that you’re a dreamer and planner, and it’s funny, I’ve never thought of this trait to be protective, but that’s exactly what you’re doing too. Amazing thought provoking post x x x

  • Your writing always touches home with me.
    Thank you for saying what I think and/or feel, but can’t express nearly as eloquently.
    It’s nice to know I’m not alone!

  • I know what you mean about the darker memories and as for remembering important dates – don’t get me started! I hadn’t thought about Ryan for 25 years in anything but a dismissive way, but to my surprise there have been lots of amazing stories emerging now that I’m allowing them to. Yes the ending was awful but damn we had some great adventures together.
    I hope you and John Brownstone have a wonderful life together, it sounds like you are creating lots of gorgeous memories and moving into the future together is only the start.
    Indie xx

  • I can totally relate to this. Many of my past memories lead me down roads to regret and sadness and I do love having plans for the future, there is something so joyful about that. However life with Michael has built me a whole new set of very happy memories that I love spending time remembering


    • The joy of planning – that is a SUCH a great feeling. πŸ™‚

      I don’t sit with my memories often, but I do love when a recent one featuring JB pops into my mind. πŸ˜€

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