I Am Terrible At Meditation!

But given meditation is a PRACTICE, I suppose it is more accurate to say I am a work in progress.

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To start with, what is meditation?

Meditation is a practice in which an individual uses a technique — such as mindfulness, or focusing the mind on a particular object, thought, or activity — to train attention and awareness, and achieve a mentally clear and emotionally calm and stable state. (Wikipedia)

Mediation origins stem from Eastern religions like Hinduism and Buddhism. But these goals are desires and values for life most of us can relate to, and there is little wonder why this practice has become so sought after even in Western Culture in the last few decades. In general, life has become busier and more stressful, and we are becoming more and more aware that we are not healthy as a society. Most of us need to slow down and let ourselves be. This is often easier said than done, but this is where meditation can help!

I started my mediation journey after opening up my marriage to non-monogamy. There were many reasons I was a lost soul at the time. We did things poorly when we started down this new relational path, and I was in a dark, confusing, and stressed out place all too often. Growing up in the Christian faith gave me a spiritual background I was used to relying on during rough times. But my journey led me to a place where I was no longer sure of my faith and if that is what I wanted to stand for. This made me feel even more lost.

So I sought help elsewhere.

Here are some benefits of meditation and why I began giving this practice a go…

Meditation may significantly reduce stressanxietydepression, and pain,[6] and enhance peace, perception,[7] self-concept, and well-being. (Wikipedia)

I needed help with all those things, but has it helped? A good mix of yes and no would be the honest answer.

Here is why…

YES – I became more mindful. Meditation, and in particular, guided meditations from places like Headspace, helped me focus on mindfulness. They taught me to stop and allow myself to be in the moment. I tend to be a person who rushes around, often thinking about the next task before I’m done the first, and I end up missing what is right in front of me. Practising mindfulness and getting better at being present was big for me. This is an important practice for every area of life, but I have found that especially in the polyamorous lifestyle, it is important to learn to savour every moment. Things can change quickly and when you only get to see a partner part-time, being present and resisting distraction is vital to getting the most out of that relationship and the limited time you have together.

YES – I have become more aware of the importance of taking time for myself, even when the list of doing things for others seems endless. I have a nurturing type of personality, was a wife (still am technically, but it’s at a distance), am a girlfriend and a mom, I have animals to care for and an off-grid lifestyle to maintain, and for many years, I had the tendency to take care of everyone and everything else around me better than myself. My lists are important, and I have goals and things to accomplish every day. But until recently, I did not include myself as one of those goals. As my mental health was waning and my stress was rising, I realized something had to give. Meditation was one step in the self-care process. I also started doing things like having daily baths, and I exercise or strive for at least a minimum step count every day. Poly made me vividly aware that I needed to take care of myself first before I could care well for others long term.

NO – My brain went through a period where it could not get out of a loop. Minutes into every mediation, for a solid year, I would go to the same place about my boyfriend’s, not-yet ex-girlfriend, and it was horribly frustrating! No matter what frame of mind I was in when I began, I inevitably went to this same dark, aggravating place. This is why I felt like I was terrible at meditating. I thought I was supposed to be emptying my mind and I could not get there. Now I realize my brain was likely trying to tell me something. I needed to stop expending energy on her behalf. This woman was a drain on the entire polycule and when she finally became a permanent ex, it was a massive relief all around, and my brain stopped dwelling on her.

NO – I keep getting distracted. Even once the ex was out of the way, I found my brain would go anywhere but where I wanted it to! To this day, usually, I am simply trying to breathe and count to 10 to help me focus on breathing. And so often I am suddenly at 20 and my brain is thinking about what I need to pull out of the freezer for dinner, or analyzing what my partner said to me and why he said it in that tone, and anything else but the blissful peace of the nothingness I am striving for!

NO – I often fall asleep if I try to do more than 10 minutes of meditation. I cannot tell you how often I have fallen asleep in the middle of meditation! Until my eyes are closed, and I’m halfway to dreamland, I’m not usually even aware of the fact that I’m tired. I have rarely successfully meditated for more than 30 minutes because at that point I’m just having a midday nap. Fifteen minutes is more like my normal attention span, but the honest truth is that to get past 10 is a real effort for me.

YES – I gained tools to help me sleep and quiet my mind. Falling asleep in the middle of meditation has turned into a tool instead of only a detriment, and it has been helpful to me when I cannot get back to sleep in the middle of the night. I have found that with age and stress, sleep is getting to be a harder thing for me many nights. Meditation is exactly what I need to practice in that situation. It has given me tools to quiet whatever is spinning out of control in my mind, and it helps calm me. I try to stay mindful of the present, which is usually not as stressful as the thing I am dreaming up at that moment. Once I have calmed down, I am usually able to fall asleep again. And sometimes, just counting and focusing on my breathing will knock me out, just like it does in the middle of the day!

The bottom line is that meditation is a practice. It is not something we read about, try once, and get figured out. It is a never-ending work in progress and the more we practice, the more we get out of it, both in and out of the meditation state. This is not a linear progression, either. Just because I had a great day meditating yesterday, does not mean today will be even better. Some days the loop will come back, and I feel stuck in my monkey brain. But other days, these skills will help me quiet my brain and calm down or sleep, just before I lose it completely!

So yes, it often feels like I am terrible at meditation. But that is not the whole story, so I will keep plugging away and getting better at this valuable life skill!

Who Has Time For Polyamory?

As life keeps throwing variables my way, I wonder how I’d even have time for more people in my life.

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As with anything, I fully agree that we make time for things that are a priority. A year ago I was hardly writing at all, and now I spend many hours a day at it, several days a week in some form or another. I decided it was important, and I found the time. So I suppose the fact that I’m even posing this question puts me in a certain category. It is possible that I just don’t want to prioritize opening up to new adventures in poly as much as other things.

If it is important to you, you’ll find a way. If not, you’ll find an excuse. (therandomvibes.com)

I realize my issue is at least partly a problem with how I’ve decided to prioritize and what I deem to be important at this point in my life. But honestly, as I look at expanding my circles and possibly dating at some point, I feel daunted for a few reasons…

I already don’t have time to see my boyfriend as much as I’d like. I wish I could see him several days every week, but that has been a far cry from our reality lately. The past two months have been especially bad for one reason or another, but the long distance is just hard! I am in a constant state of missing that man and trying to figure out how to get to him, and I find that it takes up a lot of room in my head to be in that state so consistently. Adding another person to that mix seems impossible to navigate without seeing even less of him than I do now.

My boyfriend doesn’t have time to see me as much as he’d like. I look at how my love does his life, and it does not appeal to me. He has three committed partners and a bunch of kids who need a father who is engaged. It is a constant juggling act! His life is already busy and constantly unpredictable with the kind of work he does. There is no going away for the weekend just because in his world. So what I observe looks like a lot of hard work I don’t feel like doing. He does not agree with me and insists the relationships feed him and help him be fully himself, which is why he’s the one with three partners, and open to adding more! As I said earlier, we make time for what we deem is a priority.

I don’t seem to be able to keep up with friends and family I would like to see on a regular basis. There are many wonderful people in my life I rarely get to see. A few years ago I realized this was a pattern in my life and I worked hard to change it and became deliberate about seeing each person I put on my list, once a month. But then the pandemic hit, and all my intentions went out the window. I am once again trying to re-incorporate my friendships as a priority in my life, but I can’t believe how often something comes up on my end, or the other person’s end, that ends up cancelling or putting off our plans. It is frustrating, and I find it uses a lot of energy I once again, don’t feel like expending. But, I want to keep trying because these interactions feed me. They bring perspective, they offer much-needed fun and distraction, and I can use all the support I can get in my life and I love being that for others!

Life keeps throwing curveballs at me. Just when I think my systems are in place and I might be able to make time for something new, more variables come into play. I suppose this is just the reality of life. It is never a static state. But I cannot believe how often this has happened to me in the last while.

Just this week was a prime example of unexpected variables. I came down with Covid. That threw a wrench into my entire busy and well-thought-out week. And this keeps happening. Besides Covid, I have been dealing with some chronic health issues and all too often I find I need to move my life around or cancel an engagement because I feel too sick to leave the house.

And just when you think things are starting to hum along smoothly on your beautiful acreage you are working hard to keep improving, a neighbour throws a wrench into it all by demanding things that are utterly ridiculous! There is potential with this latest curveball to cause a series of events that look like non-stop work for at least a month. And I did not see that coming!

I am trying to live my life and figure out how to pay bills. Like the rest of the world, I am busy trying to live. My life is full of things like taking care of my loved ones, keeping up my demanding off-grid lifestyle, doing things I enjoy like gardening and brewing alcoholic beverages, and last but not least, paying the bills. Life is full of demands, and it’s full of things I want to engage in as time permits and seasons change.

The bill paying is a very stressful situation for me because I have not worked outside the home in a long time. I worked on our businesses from home, but my husband has always been the one to go out and do the work. And he does not want to support me like he used to anymore. And yet, my demands at home are as heavy as they have always been, and the bills have not gone anywhere. So I’m trying to make money while staying put. That is one of the reasons I finally committed to writing. But I need to find more solutions. Ideas keep almost coming to fruition, and then they fall apart. I have been working to get renters on my property for the last month, and it was almost a done deal but then fell through completely, and I am now at square one again. It is frustrating and time-consuming and leaves little room in my brain for other things.

Life is busy, always full, and it is stressful, and yet it is wonderful and abundant at the same time. Poly has much to offer me and if I found the right kind of partner, it may even help with many of the things that are keeping me from it, ironically. But you need the time and energy to start. And I am short on those at the moment! Oh, and did I mention I hate dating? Maybe I’ll start by sending my sister a text. I haven’t seen her in a long time and I already know I like her!

Priorities right?

Covid Sucks!!

I made it 28 months into this pandemic without it getting me, and it finally won.

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I am sick.

I had great plans to accomplish all kinds of things this week, including some serious writing, a couple of days at the ranch with my boyfriend, fire prevention clean-up around the property, and a family reunion on the weekend with my husband’s extended family.

But instead, here I am, in bed, unlikely to do any of that.

I am only able to write at the moment because the drugs finally kicked in and my fever broke. All night, I alternated between night sweats and freezing my ass off. I did the bare minimum of chores this morning so that my animals won’t die, but it just about killed me!

I managed to make tea around noon, and that got my fever up to 39 degrees Celsius (that’s about 102.2 for my Fahrenheit friends) from the sheer effort! At this point, I’m back down to a low-grade fever and was able to answer a couple of texts and look at my screen without my head feeling like it might explode.

We’ll see how long it lasts.

I have worked hard to keep this sickness away from me, and I feel a bit defeated that it finally caught up. My youngest son had Covid last spring, and it was awful. He was practically unconscious for 3 days, which he, for obvious reasons, does not remember. After that, he was laid out for about another week. Once he recovered from the basic illness, long Covid symptoms persisted. To this day he still suffers from a lot of brain fog and loss of words and things like that. I worked like a dog to keep me and my other son safe while he was sick, and somehow I managed it. But it was hard to watch him go through that, and I’m still frustrated for him as he struggles with the long-term effects.

So between that experience and the fact that we have some high-risk people in our lives, we have remained fairly cautious through this pandemic.

But the other night, we had this same son’s 19th birthday party at our place. It was the usual group of kids we have around here with some frequency, and it was honestly a total blast! It was easily one of the best parties we have had in a very long time. But it turns out one of the girls came down with Covid two days later, and we were all exposed. I am the third person to come down with it at this point.

I’m mostly worried about my youngest son because he is two weeks into his 6 weeks second-year auto mechanics program. The college policy is, that if he misses 3 days of school, he has to forfeit the semester. So we are a bit worried and trying to figure out if there’s any more we can do. He has been exposed, but so far he is fine.

Likely too late, but when I began to feel really off yesterday, we all started staying apart from each other. My oldest went to stay with his girlfriend and the youngest decided to basically live outside when he is home. We all have our vaccines and given he also had Covid before and is in excellent health otherwise, I am hoping it skips him. But it sucks to worry all the same.

So here we are. We have done all the things we’ve been told to do, taken all the precautions we could for the last two-plus years, but I didn’t outwit this clever virus after all.

This begs some questions…

Am I frustrated? Yes! Was celebrating my son’s 19th birthday with his closest friends worth it? Well, ask me in a few days. But all in all, I think it probably was. If my son has to forfeit a semester of school, I might rethink my position. If we got my immune-compromised mother-in-law sick, and she died, I would also rethink that statement. It’s not simple, is it?

But like most people, we have been getting more and more relaxed as of late. I know the pandemic isn’t over. My boyfriend and his whole family had Covid just last month. And it hit them, and especially my boyfriend, hard. But we are all tired just the same. Life out there is getting back to normal and feels safer, and the bottom line is we want to live our lives. And that is what we chose to do this past weekend.

So we took the risk, did some living, and now we are paying the price. All we can hope is that the price doesn’t get any higher than me losing a few days of my life to this bed.

What do you think? How have you guys navigated this pandemic? How do you measure risk vs benefit?

And now I need a nap. It’s starting to hurt to look at the screen again…

My Heart Is Breaking

A Poem

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I am in pain
All I feel is a searing burn when I think of you and, at best, a never-ending dull ache during momentary times of distraction
My heart shattered like it was glass the second you walked out the door even though I knew you had to go

I hurt, I throb, I long
I am in a state of confusion
I don’t know what tomorrow brings

I cry, I scream, I shout
want to go back! Back to us

I want you. I want all of you

Forever

But I don’t know how that looks or what it might mean
I am scared
I have trepidation about what is to come

I can’t live without you
I can’t fathom life alone, barren of your touch, your look, your smell, the way you feel against my naked skin

But to be with you means giving up part of me and part of you
How can we do that to each other?
That isn’t love, is it?

But how can I go on knowing the emptiness of tomorrow?
How do I make myself get out of bed every morning?
Why even bother?

When I dream, I dream of you
I feel you around me. You look into my soul

Your touch burns and electrifies
You penetrate my body and your heart becomes one with mine the second you enter me
I feel utter joy, contentment, safety, and satisfaction as you fill me

I am complete!

We are one!

It is heaven as I sleep, and it is hell the moment my consciousness reminds me of my reality

We were one

Now I am alone. I am lost and alone and my heart is breaking…

I Hate Dating!

I am polyamorous and could be dating, so this part of my personality is so not conducive to my chosen lifestyle!

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They look so happy in that picture, don’t they? But all my life, I have never liked dating. In fact, I’ve been practically terrified of it! I actually think this is one of the reasons I married at such a young age. I figured I found a decent person to spend my life with, so let’s be done with this dating nonsense and move on with life!

Fast-forward twenty years, and not much had changed for me as far as how I felt about dating. But everything had changed for me as far as circumstances and being done with “this dating nonsense” forever.

My husband and I opened up our marriage, and I was at a loss about what to do next. My husband was excited to get online and go out and meet new people, and I was not. I really only got on board because he did first, and I knew being left behind on this venture would not work for me either. So I pushed myself, went online, as one does these days, and I started talking to people and even meeting a few.

I found my current boyfriend quite quickly after opening up and getting myself out there. I only met up with a few other people face to face before I found him and knew we had something special, even though it took some years to figure out what that something was.

Interestingly, meeting online actually worked better for me. I’m wondering if I might have done better dating when I was young, if that had been an option. I don’t necessarily like dating apps. But I do like having written dialogue with people as I get to know them. I have always felt more comfortable writing than speaking in person. Although in-person is better than the phone. I HATE talking on the phone.

But here I am again, six years into being with this polyamorous man, separated from my husband, floundering and wanting more from life. And I still hate dating. So I’m still hesitating on moving forward.

Here is why…

  • I am on the shy side. I do not like meeting new people. Funny enough, I am actually not that bad at getting to know people, and I tend to get along with many kinds of people. But it makes me cringe, to the point of nausea, to think about meeting someone new.
  • I hate being at a loss for words. As I already stated, I am more comfortable writing than speaking. I tend to forget words and thoughts part way through a sentence, and I feel awkward quickly! I’ve been on dates where I had to fill ALL the silence, and it was AWFUL!
  • I hate being uncomfortable. Unlike many people in the polyamorous world, I do not long for newness or change. I am a creature of habit, and I like being comfortable with the known entities around me. Knowing what is around the corner is my preferred state. I find that life surprises you enough without needing to seek it out.
  • I tend to be too nice and seem to give people false hope. Several times now, I have enjoyed meeting someone and feeling like I could get a friend out of the situation, but I am not attracted to them. The problem is that they have been attracted to me and then things get all muddled when I keep being nice but am not interested in more. As I’ve gotten older and a bit less naive, I usually realize quicker what is going on, and I am better at gently letting people down. But I am a work in progress!
  • I think long-term too quickly. I am not good at casual relationships, and I have never been. Never have I dated anyone for any length of time unless I thought they could be a forever partner for me. Needless to say, I have not dated very many people! I wish I was more relaxed this way because I think it would be easier, and potentially more fun, given my non-monogamous status, full of possibilities. The great thing about poly is that people can fit in all kinds of unique ways and for different lengths of time. But alas, I am a forever girl at heart, and this serves as a bit of a block for me.
  • I don’t like eating in front of people I don’t know. I am a bit less sensitive about this one as I get older and feel more comfortable in my saggy skin. But I do tend to be clumsy and that is not an endearing quality to everyone, strangely. I honestly rarely get through my morning without spilling just a wee bit of coffee. I get even more fun with alcohol in me!
  • I’m lazy. Showering and getting cleaned up, putting on nice clothes, and going all the way into town to meet a person I may or may not even want to be with, sounds like a terrible idea. I have trouble putting in effort for people I know I like. Never mind if the entity is unknown! I am such a home body, it’s ridiculous!
  • I’m scared of changing my current relationship. This is probably the biggest reason I hate the idea of dating right now. I don’t know what it will do to what I already have. I love the dynamic I share with my boyfriend. Him being the center of my attention, fantasies, and desires, is something I love! I have never felt about anyone the way I feel for him, and I am scared of losing that or even changing the dynamic. I know it’s possible that all will turn out fine, but I know from experience that adding a person anywhere in the polycule, can change the dynamic all the way down the line and affect people like you hadn’t planned on.
  • Fear. Many of my points are encompassed by this one very dominant emotion. If I’m uncomfortably honest, this is the baseline issue. I’m scared of change for myself, my relationship, my family, my living situation, my future, etc. I’m scared of something not working out after putting in a bunch of effort, and I’m also scared of it working and changing my current reality. Fear is behind much of what I do and also what I don’t do. Yup, I am a chicken through and through! It’s a wonder I have made it in the polyamorous world this far, with all my fears of change, new people, and the unknown. Polyamory is inherently unknown and unpredictable!

So here I am.

I am technically available. I have time if I wanted to make the time. I am longing for someone to do life with in a meaningful way. But I am doing nothing about it because it requires me to get out of my comfort zone and meet people. I would prefer to meet someone organically, but I’m pretty sure, you have to go out beyond grocery shopping to do that. So online dating apps are likely it for me. That feels daunting and unattractive. And I’m scared. So here I sit…doing nothing.

I wonder if OKC is still a thing. Or maybe I should check back into Tinder? Perhaps I’ll take a gander at my old accounts tomorrow…if I have time…

Do You Wish There Were More Minutes In a Day?

Over many years, I have developed daily habits that have increased my efficiency and have essentially given me the gift of time!

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Many years ago, when I was a young mom, alone and very much stuck at home most of the time, I started descending into a depression-type state. I was where I wanted to be and doing what I wanted to do, and yet I did not feel fulfilled. I felt lost and aimless much of the time. And on top of everything else, I felt guilty for feeling this way, when I knew I had a good life with much to be grateful for!

Looking back, I feel there were a few reasons for my state of mind:

  • I felt very alone in those years. I didn’t always have a vehicle and being off-grid at that time, meant I did not have the technology to stay meaningfully connected to the world in real time. My husband worked and went to school, and we lived far enough outside of town that visitors were few and far between. The reality was that I was alone much of the time.
  • Living off-grid was a choice my family did not understand, nor were they comfortable with it. I got a lot of flack for my lifestyle choices as soon as we moved to this property. And that did not get better when I added a baby to the mix. My parents were always concerned for my safety and could not understand why I willingly gave up regular power and plumbing. They were well-meaning, but it was also frustrating and tiring to feel like I constantly needed to justify my choices. It would seem people questioning, and me justifying is a pattern in my life, because of my various outside the box lifestyle choices!
  • I was feeling societal pressure around the fact that I stayed home to raise my babies instead of pursuing a career. People would ask me what I did alone in the bush all day, and I had trouble answering in such a way that sounded like I was “doing something meaningful” with my life. Strange that raising children wouldn’t fit that bill alone, isn’t it?

knew I was busy, and that my life was full, and yet I wanted to be able to articulate that better. After some introspection, I realized it wasn’t just for the sake of answering other people’s questions. I needed to feel a sense of accomplishment myself. I am a planner by nature, I love goals, I like seeing visual progress, and I feel like my life needs to have meaning beyond myself.

I read some books, learned about my personality type and how I’m wired, and discussed my struggles with people who were wiser than I am. From that process, I gleaned some ideas and then slowly made them my own until I had established my own set of daily habits that helped my efficiency, gave me more time in my day, but even more importantly, helped me feel accomplished at the end of each day.

Here are some of my life-changing efficiency habits, that to this day, I still do on an almost daily basis:

  • I make lists. I have daily lists, monthly lists, and yearly lists. They encompass things I need to do or goals I want to accomplish. Daily lists were one of the biggest game-changers for me, mentally speaking. I write down EVERYTHING I want to do every day, and then I check that thing off every time it gets done. I list even mundane, obvious tasks like making supper and collecting eggs. Daily reading goals, meditation, and my step count goals are all things that are added to the daily list.
    This detail may be unnecessary for some, but I needed, and still need, a visual of what I get up to every day, and it makes me feel good to see what I was able to check off at the end of every day.
    I also need to be well organized because of my off grid living. Balancing my power needs according to variables like time and solar charging is a must. I can’t just throw in a load of laundry whenever I want.
    And honestly, sometimes I even write down things I’ve done already just for the mental satisfaction of being able to check it off!
    I also tend to forget to do things if it’s not written down, especially if it is not part of my daily routine, like bottling beer, appointments, or publishing an article. Going on an errand day without a list borders on useless for me. I forget things, or I do them in an order that makes no sense. Properly executed lists are huge for increasing my efficiency!
  • I do small tasks immediately. My friend Ryan wrote an article about this idea last week and how if it just takes two minutes, do it right then and there. Somewhere along the way, I read this concept, as she did, and I adopted it in many ways. But it was such a great reminder for me to read this because there is always room for improvement!
    This is why I always open and sort my mail as soon as I get it. I open and delete or deal with emails every day. I make my bed when I get up in the morning. Dishes get washed as I bake or cook so that there is less of a mess after the eating part. Dishes also get washed after every meal. Laundry gets folded and put away as soon as it’s dry.
    I find that if you keep up with the little stuff immediately, it never turns into a major burden to deal with later. It saves time, mostly over agonizing the fact of not wanting to do something because it has now become a much larger task.
  • I create routines I can maintain. When I am by myself doing an ordinary day in my world, it runs in a very routine manner. I have certain readings I start my day with, I then deal with email, I do animal chores and start the fire next, and if it’s a writing day that is what follows, and so on… Generally, I write my lists, knowing that most days I can accomplish what I set out to do, as long as I maintain my usual order.
    It’s also important to not reach too far when setting out new goals. Writing is a great example of that. I set myself goals according to what I want to accomplish and then adjusted accordingly as goals are met or not.
    I try to keep my goals manageable. If I reach too low, I forget about them. And if I go in with too much gusto, I get burned out and quit. With every new venture, I relearn what works for that thing, but it is a concept that I know is important. What can I consistently maintain within my known time constraints?
  • I clean the kitchen and do a general tidying of the house before bed. This nightly task ends up being a gift to me every morning. I don’t always love doing it at the time, but I love waking up to a relatively clean house in the morning, and I like my surroundings to feel like a clean slate for whatever new things I want to accomplish that day. I am not a morning person, so it is very deflating to me when I do wake up to a kitchen full of dishes when I can hardly navigate boiling water for coffee. This can end up setting me back in time and can compromise my goals quickly. By doing this nightly step, I set myself up for success every day.

None of my tricks are new ideas or are earth-shattering by any means. But they changed my life when I needed a change. And to this day, they serve me well. I get a lot done most days, and I have time for myself. I read and take baths almost daily. I watch my share of Netflix, have weekly time for drinks with friends, can stare at my chickens for a while if so moved, and with forethought and efficiency tweaking, am able to take off for a few days to hang out with my boyfriend on a regular basis.

I have, of course, adjusted these habits over the years as my lifestyle has changed. For many years, my life used to revolve around driving my kids to school and their activities, so my days looked very different from how they do now. The point is to tweak these ideas for your current lifestyle and then stay consistent!

My belief is, that the more consistent you are, the more efficient you become! And the major bonus, besides time, is better mental health. These habits help keep me grounded even when the rest of life is tumultuous, which it often is, and they allow for necessary me time.

If you manage to practise some of these efficiency ideas consistently, before you know it, there seem to be more minutes in your day, and more peace in your heart!

I Went Shopping With My Husband’s Girlfriend

It was exhausting…and we had a blast!

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I have never done anything like this with my husband’s girlfriend. For one thing, they don’t live in the same city I do. We get along when we hang out and occasionally text and stuff like that, but we have spent almost no time alone together. But she and my husband are redoing a cottage on her property for an Airbnb right now, and she needed another set of eyes to put the look together.

I was a professional interior decorator for some years and did personal shopping as part of my service, so this adventure was right up my alley. I wasn’t sure how it would go spending this kind of alone time together, but it was a reasonably comfortable setting for me, so I said yes, let’s go for it!

Here are some reasons why I believe this outing worked so well for me…

  • She is outgoing. I’ve known her long enough to know that she is comfortable even if I am not, and ironically that makes me more comfortable. I am not terribly outgoing and despite the fact that I can hold my own in conversations when I need to, I also know it exhausts me. With her, I know I won’t have to work to keep the conversation going.
  • We had a time frame in place. We set aside a few hours in each of our days for this task. Furthermore, we had a start time in place and we both knew the other had things to do after our excursion. So, unless we both chose to get carried away, we had an approximate end to our time together. Knowing there is an end time in mind helps me out mentally as far as bridging my comfort zone gaps and being able to plan my day properly. I am a planner. And when I stray from a plan, I like to do so on my own terms.
  • We met at the main store of our shopping goals. And it just so happened that the second store was within walking distance. That meant we were both driving, did not rely on each other for a ride, and had leeway to change up the schedule if need be and not be tied together for other locations or differing goals for the day.
  • There was a specific task in mind. Had she wanted to meet up for lunch, I would have been more uncomfortable. Likely it would have been lovely all the same, but I enjoy having a task, and a plan with goals to accomplish, especially if I am hanging out with someone I rarely do.
  • I had the upper hand on the skill set in this situation. This doesn’t really matter as far as having something over her, but it is nice to know who has the necessary tools or expertise in any given situation. I have been on her turf many times, where her skill set has been more at play than mine. The point is that I knew what my purpose was in this situation, and I was confident in what I was bringing to the table.
  • We were not saturated with each other. We were so busy during this task because we had a large goal of essentially furnishing this entire cottage, we didn’t even have much time for small talk, never mind having to work at it. It was almost not enough time, ironically, because we did have topics we wanted to engage in. But it was also nice knowing we left wanting more of that kind of experience together.
  • When we did engage in catch-up chit-chat, we had a lot of common ground that fuelled us. There are some things going on with each of our kids that made for a rather never-ending conversation topic where we just happened to see eye to eye. And when in doubt, we can always commiserate about my husband 😉
  • We had a ton of fun! This is likely the most important point of the day and the key to success with any interaction. We had a bit of a rocky start when we first met, are very different people, but we like each other (as referenced here). We both have a penchant for fun, with a touch of mischievousness. And despite the fact that our goal was almost daunting, we had many episodes throughout those several hours when we just stopped and laughed at the insanity of all the decisions we were making in an almost panicked state, the sometimes hideous decor items we found, and the fact that we kept starting over with colour schemes around the decorative pillows!

It was a great day that filled me with gratitude about where life has led, even though the path has been long and winding. Spending time with this woman was uplifting, and the bottom line is that we are authentic about who we are and where we are at. She and I have discussed several times in the past year or so, that our situation is ironic, and a bit strange, and yet we are both grateful for where life has led us.

She understands that my husband leaving my home was my loss and her gain. But we also both understand that my husband and I are healthier living apart and that I really do want the best for them, even though some days are still really hard on me and that green-eyed monster still comes to visit on occasion.

Polyamory has given us the tools to do things that may be unconventional to some, and the eyes to look at all of our relationship dynamics through a different lens. The bottom line is that we all want the best for each other. Not every day has reflected this, especially between my husband and me, but we want life to be happy and fulfilling all-around when it comes down to it. It is lovely to have that reminder when we spend time working together in situations like this.

After this experience, I’m very much looking forward to the next time I can go on some kind of adventure with my husband’s girlfriend!

Today, I’m Tired Of Polyamory

I found the man I want to experience all of life with, but he is not available to me in those ways.

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I just went over three weeks without seeing my love, and it was awful. Two weeks is long for us, and this was downright torture. It was no one’s fault. He and his family got Covid, and they were all down for the count for a while. But I missed him so badly during that time I’d find myself suddenly crying for no reason, and this started by week 2.

Well, I finally had a couple of nights with him, and it was truly lovely! We made good use of every minute we could. We spent one night at his place, so I caught up with the whole family. And then we went to my town the next day and did errands and enjoyed a couple of our favourite beer haunts, got groceries and went back to my place to cook and enjoy our night together. We even had exceedingly rare alone time because my house was free from other people for the weekend.

In the morning, I came back inside from tending to my chickens, and I stared at my love who was cooking us breakfast, and it was such a feeling of joyful contentment. It felt right and it felt peaceful. Sadly, I don’t feel like that very often in such an encompassing way.

It was an amazing weekend of reconnection and we both felt so much better!

And then I had to take him home…

This morning, I woke up feeling depressed. ALREADY! And I am frustrated by myself, by our distance (which is ironic given the articles I published last week about long distance relationships — I guess I’m back to feeling Part 1 more keenly than Part 2), and by poly which on the one hand has given us this relationship, and on the other hand, feels like it will never let it be all it could be.

Here is what I mean by that:

Time is in short supply
Life is very full for us both, and because of that, we have to set aside time to be together. Time is also rarely abundant, and I would guess I have more of it than many. Because we don’t live together and are some driving distance apart, we simply don’t get the kind of time together that we would love to have. We are rarely able to make each other the top priority.

He has other relationships
Despite me still being technically married, little energy is put into that situation because we are separated and live in different cities. My boyfriend, however, has a wife, kids, another girlfriend, and countless in depth friendships. He is never bored. On any given day, he has options. He loves being with me, but when he’s not, he gets to happily sleep beside his wife every night. This is not something I begrudge. He earned this. He has worked hard at his relationships and I admire how he and his wife do life. But it still means that just because I am without him and pining away, does not mean he is feeling the gap the same way I am. He misses me when we are apart, but the hole he leaves in my life is different from the one I leave in his.

I am not the go-to for all life has to offer
When my boyfriend pictures future goals or a trip down the road or an event he wants to participate in, he may or may not have me in mind. Whereas, when I think of these things, he is the person I have in mind for all of it. He and his wife are building a home, planning changes in their business and have many big life goals together, as one does with a spouse. And this is where I can’t quite figure out where I fit. To his credit, he tries to include me in many of these discussions, but there is no clear path for us and I find that frustrating. If I want to go away for the weekend, it is almost a guarantee that I will not be with my boyfriend.

I get pieces of him
I feel like our potential will never be fully realized without that idea of trying to be everything to each other. And yet, I like that part of poly of not needing to be everything. I fundamentally agree with that premise, knowing my husband and I tried and failed at that, and yet I feel ripped off that we don’t get to try. Ironic, isn’t it? We have been together a long time, been through much, and do know each other well, but we still only give each other pieces of ourselves because we simply don’t have a venue to do more.

I think we might do well with running finances and a business together, but at this point, it makes no sense to try to execute that somehow. We also somewhat recently learned we love cooking together. Occasionally we find time to do this, but it is rare. He also loves brewing beer with me. We’ve had a batch on the docket for 6 months and have not had a chance to brew!

We get glimpses that we could do well in many aspects of life together, but thus far, we only manage to share pieces of ourselves in the aspects of who we are, how we dream, how we pay the bills or raise children, our strengths, our weaknesses and all the other tiny bits that make up life.

We want a daily reality, but don’t know how to execute it
I am hopeful this is something we will figure out as time goes by. We are already in a better position than when we lived 7 hours apart. But I don’t trust that the compromise a daily reality would require won’t be too much for me. I’m not sure how to go over to his world without giving up almost all of mine. And given he has the nesting partner, kids, and a ranch, there is no way he is going to come over to my world. If I was comfortable feeling like I had a solid place and purpose in his life, it might be easier to engage in that compromise. But that is not where we are at right now.

Not every day is like this, but this has been one of the tougher ones. It’s been a challenge lately on many levels. We would both love more of each other, and yet, there is not an easy way to execute this.

This way of thinking is also why I question if I’m really wired for polyamory. I suppose the point of poly is that I could have others fill these gaps where I’m seeking connection. But who has the time or the energy?! I managed two fully involved relationships for a while when my husband was still living with me, but it took effort and I often felt unpleasantly torn about where to focus my energy.

Polyamory gave me the love of my life. It has shown me there are other ways and other options, which is a gift. But it is not an easy lifestyle choice when you have found someone you want to be connected to in a more tangible, daily existence, kind of level, who is not available to you in those ways.

So today, I am tired. But tomorrow is another day…

Long-Distance and Polyamory

Part 2: Sometimes Being Apart From Your Love Can Serve to Heighten Desire Between Each Other!

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There is a delightful side to being long-distance in my experience. On the good days, one could definitely take the stance that the distance can serve as never-ending foreplay and can feed into the sexual dynamic of the relationship.

As has been referenced in much of my previous writing, my boyfriend and I have a very encompassing sex life. Our chemistry is outrageous, and despite the fact that we have been together for six years now, this has shown no sign of ebbing. If anything, the more we learn about each other, the deeper we love, and the more we experiment, the stronger our desire for each other has become. The air is always charged between us, as my new friend Yulia so aptly put it when she was speaking to me about her own similar experience.

Yes, being apart from this man is often like ongoing torture, as discussed here, but the other side to it is that we are able to regularly enjoy the up (pun intended 😉 that comes after the down of being apart. After mulling over our situation, and knowing there is no opportunity for imminent change, I have decided I need to look at the positive side for my own peace of mind in the midst of this imperfect situation. And there definitely is one…

The spark is very much alive, and here are some of the reasons I believe this to be the case for us…

We get the easy side of being together.
Because we are not nesting partners, we also do not have to navigate the challenges of life together. We don’t have to figure out how to make month-end, don’t need to argue about the kids, I don’t have to get cranky at him when he has yet to finish a project I asked him to months ago, and he does not have to be frustrated that I didn’t properly close the gate to the field where the cattle, who are now wandering the highway, are supposed to be.

Our relationship doesn’t get bogged down in life stuff. Often we discuss all the variables of life and help each other out where we can. But when we hang out, we often see the shiny sides of each other. We are ecstatic to be together, so the crankiness we were showing to our families only hours earlier dissipates in each other’s presence.

We don’t see each other often, so we stay in a state of missing and wanting.
Our time together is infrequent and does not last long when we are together. Our average is two nights every two weeks. And that has been even less lately due to unforeseen circumstances.

Because of this kind of time apart and together, we don’t even get the chance to get sick of each other. I often wonder if a solid week together would change our dynamic to a calmer state, or if it would feed us more. The point is, I have no idea! So today I am choosing to focus on the positives of our situation. I am in a constant state of longing. I always miss this man and I always want more of him, and that is kind of lovely!

We only visit each other’s lives, so there is always some distance from reality to our dynamics.
This ties in with the first point. It can be hard to have this kind of dynamic, especially because we both have a desire to do life together to some extent, but it also makes it easy in some ways.

Whether apart or together, we focus mostly on our relationship over any other topic. When we are engaging alone, one might observe that we are a bit obsessed with ourselves as a couple! When we communicate while apart and when we finally have alone time when we are together (which is a commodity because we are often dealing with life and family around), sexy playtime is paramount and prominent. I like to brag that we have yet to make it through a movie together (except at a drive-in we went to some years ago, and that is only because the dumb truck had a barrier between the seats) because we get so distracted by our proximity, we inevitably turn the attention back to each other over a screen in front of us.

We work at keeping this spark alive.
When we are apart, we spend a lot of our communication time sexting. We send teasing and often downright salacious pictures or videos to each other almost daily. We discuss what we’d like to be doing to each other around the picture sending. This kind of material is often used for solo masturbation purposes. Sometimes we manage that together, but the timing in our days does not often allow for that. Either way, we definitely serve as personal porn for each other, and this is a ton of fun for us both!

This kind of activity pushes us creatively. Our texts often play into memories of what we have done in the past, but they also propel us with new ideas we would like to explore in the future. It is a way of exploring what may or may not work between us even though we aren’t together.

The bottom line is, that the way we communicate reminds us both that we are thinking about each other and missing each other when not together. It keeps us connected in a way we both need to feed our kind of dynamic. Some days it makes us miss each other more and being aware of that, we often try to do the heavy ramping up when we know a real-life visit is imminent. Then, when we finally come together, there is honestly very little foreplay!

Long-distance relationships have their challenges, and some days it gets tiring putting in the effort it takes to maintain this dynamic. But I said it before, and I will say it again, for the right person, this stuff is worth the effort!

In all likelihood, this distance is exactly why I seem to be addicted to sex! Being in a perpetual state of arousal with only an intermittent outlet can make you feel that way! But that is the most pleasant of tortures, really, isn’t it?

To You My Love

A Poem on Our Anniversary

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The time has flown by!
It seems like yesterday we met through that gardening blog, and you quickly became my life raft in the middle of the tumultuous waters I was in
You were my friend and my rock
And our love gradually grew into more than we ever expected

The night our love was realized was like no other
We fell into each other, and we showed each other who we were
Flawed, naked, vulnerable
And all we experienced was love, acceptance, and an intense desire for more!

The spark was stuck
Our love deepened
The electricity intensified

We soon realized how much we meant to each other
We loved and we lusted
We could not get enough!

I still cannot get enough of you, my love!

The way you make me feel is unlike anything I have ever experienced
I love who I am when I’m with you
You make me feel safe enough to travel outside my comfort zones
Boundaries get pushed
And it’s glorious!

I keep wanting more!
More love, more sex, more grit, more life!

I love how we push each other to new heights of pleasure
We play, we experiment, and we love
Deeply and without abandon
Our love feels utterly primal!

ache for you when we apart
I am incomplete
long
I lose my mind with distraction as I mourn our distance

But then we join together!
The world disappears and everything makes sense once again
The relief is instant as soon as you are inside me
We are one!

I love you to a depth I never expected
We are imperfect, but we leave room to learn and grow together
You are a gift and I can’t wait to keep unwrapping you

Happy 6th anniversary, my love!