So a couple of weeks ago we got in our tax return. For the most part, we did all of
the responsible things such as pay on several past due bills and then we needed to think about
what to do with the money that was left.
For years at the old house, I had made promises to my slave that
I knew that I couldn’t keep, and here I was with the opportunity to make things
happen for her so I jumped on it with Both feet!!
My slave has a room
that belongs to her, which is very important because she is a house slave and she needs to have something
where she can create and be herself. About a month ago, I needed a piece of cloth
for a project that I was working on and I went into her room and realized what she had been dealing
with. The closet had no innards so to speak, so all of her stuff was still in
boxes on the ground. Because of space and organizational limitations, she hadn’t
been able to unpack anything. That is when
it hit me! Whatever money was left was going to go into fixing her room up. I wanted
to make this room a joy for her as she learns and grows in her root work.
So we sat down and reorganized her room. What did she need to
make this space really work? We are now at the fun part where everything is ordered
and paid for, and we are just waiting for everything to come in and be installed. There is a new window coming in, a closet organizer, new closet doors, and a
new light/ fan. After everything is put in, a new paint job with custom tile
work is next on the plate.
I am so thrilled!!
After so many years
of having to put her own needs on the back burner, I was finally able to splurge
on her. I was finally able to provide all that she desired and more. It felt
like such amazing accomplishment! I am
excited for her as the pieces come in a little at a time. The window is a
custom job that will be ready in about 3 or more weeks, the new doors are in, the
fan/light has been shipped as has the new closet organizer, which will allow
her to hang her belly dance costumes up.
It was only a few hours after everything was ordered and the
window guy and the handyman had left that my slave started to slowly deconstruct. Okay, that’s a lie. She quickly deconstructed.
All of her fears about how much we spent, how she didn’t feel worthy, and how she
struggled with this being about her had caused her to implode.
It was a deconstruction that lasted a few weeks.
And every time that she did it I would remind her by asking,
“how many times were your needs put on the back burner because of the horses?
Or an emergency or the old house exploding? How many time did your needs go
unfulfilled so that others could have? Don’t you think that after all of this
time you have earned this?”
And now- I get to do this for her, I get to care for her- I
get to give her that box full of scarves that smell good- because she deserves
that.
My slave always has…
Beautiful!
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