This is something that has haunted me for a long time... I've always known that my purpose was to serve, help others, and do what I can to make things easier/better for other people. I have selected the group that I work with, devoting my time to those who needs my help. Even before I found M/s, I believed that I was to help others and be a supporter of those that need me. I was brought up in a small town Baptist family, my Dad was a Deacon and my Mom did Ladies Prayer Band and Children's Church. My family taught me to help serve the community with them. So when I found D/s it naturally fit.

However... my body is screaming at me to slow down, take time, and be nice to myself. I understand that I will not always be able to do the things that I do now, work these hours, volunteer with this many organizations, take on the weight of my world (and my friends) and be fiercely independent in it.

So where does that leave me?