Good Afternoon Friends,
Today I feel quiet and thoughtful. Life is… plain, strange sometimes. We think we have it all together only to have a curve ball come and throw us off our game. Then we find our center and begin again. Lately I’ve been working on myself as a Little. I’ve been reassessing what I need from my D/s relationship, and what I need to grow and thrive. It wasn’t so long ago that I had a closet full of onesies, and specifically-Little outfits. I had kawaii items by the dozen, and I had cat ears for every day of the week.
But in this journey of self-reflection and making space to evolve as an individual, I realized that my Little Space doesn’t need to have so much stuff! (Note: I completely respect everyone’s self expression for being a Little. This post is purely about my own journey <3).
I’ve been having many conversations with my Daddy-Hubby lately, and he summed up my thoughts best. He said: “I noticed that on a normal basis, you’re more of a Middle. But then there are times where you feel playful, or a strong emotion hits you and you regress into being a Little”. It’s true. I do.
Which leads me to being a Little with so many damn layers.
As an introspective person by nature, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m like an onion. There are many parts to me. Layers upon layers that make up the fabric of my being. There are stories that has shaped who I am, and while I try to be warm and loving… I don’t let very many people near my heart these days.
I cleaned out my closet, and lovingly donated all of my Little onesies away. They just weren’t getting used. I also got rid of my cat ears (except a few favorite ones), and I packed up the rest of my Little gear. Am I still a Little? Absolutely. But for me, it’s all in the mindset. I’m a Little who wears everyday clothing. My little side can be seen in the smirk of my lips, and the playful sparkle of my eyes. You can see it in the change of my tone, or the abrupt statement I might blurt out saying, “Nu uh! I’m a big girl!”. To which my Daddy happily reminds me that I’m only 5 years old. (That always makes me grin).
You can see my Little side peeking out in the stuffie that I have to sleep with (or else I can’t go to bed), or my kawaii looking backpack that I use as a purse.
But that’s it, really. I’m a minimalist and a Little. I don’t collect stuff, and my Little Space flows from my mind. I guess you could call me a “Little-malist” hehe! There are days when Little Me comes roaring to the forefront and I’m sucking on a candy cane humming Christmas carols, and other days where…. I don’t feel so little at all. Days when the stress of adult life takes a precedence, and I don’t have it in me to feel Little.
Layers. So many layers.
But it’s within these layers that embrace who I am as a unique individual. I love myself tenderly, and nurture my soul. I accept where I’m at in this journey, and move forward one day at a time.
There’s no “one size fits all” to being a Little. There’s room enough for everyone. And I’m thankful for that. ❤ Have a wonderful night everyone!