NYMP is here to make open relationships easier to understand for anyone. Read it. Question it. Do what feels good to you.

 

January 2010
M T W T F S S
« Dec   Feb »
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

Year Thirty

This is my "Happy New Year I'm drunk" face

Hello folks, it’s been a while.

Blogging was so different in 2008 when I first started. I was going through a journey, discovering new things about my life, my open relationship, and my vagina all the time and it was a lot easier to share in a way that allowed me to hopefully help some of you by showing you you’re either not alone, or that there’s different ways to do polyamory / open relationships / sluttery and that’s ok.

And then I went through a breakup as many of you might remember. After that I met a couple that you might know as the Drapers and things started to change.

Sure, 2009 was a year for learning. Discovering how to deal with being a couple dating another couple while still maintaining and enhancing individual relationships within. The dynamics are different. It’s harder to be selfish. Well, wait. It’s harder to act on being selfish, always still easy to think it. I realized in 2009 that I didn’t need or want any more men in my life. Steph, Don and my dependable, but strange relationship with Harvey were enough and still are enough for me. So I had no more first dates. I didn’t need to blog about dating disasters, BDSM discoveries or other issues, as everything was pretty much even the whole year through. It’s like suddenly everything started to fit into place more so than any time before.

So it makes me wonder; do I write best when in crisis? It’s easier to have a lesson to share with people that you’ve learned from, but when things are going swimmingly, well … I find my life boring. It likely isn’t boring to other people, but I thrive on change, action and constant complication. Just how I’m wired I suppose.

Not that things were boring this past year. Far from it. They were just … more secure. I gained a new family that I love and new romances within that I had never expected. But to respect privacy, I rarely write about it and suddenly have no or few topics to share.

So 2010 is about changing that. Of course I will still respect privacy and keep many thoughts, be they great or not to myself, but I will reconnect with the writer in me. I have some girl-dates on the horizon that I’m sure will require some follow up. Steph and I are also going to be in a documentary about modern marriage and have a camera to film video diaries, so that will totally need some writing to accompany it. I’m also going to finish my book, I promise!

And maybe I’ll write more about sex. Not in a graphic type way that a lot of my favorite blogs do, but more of a matter of fact fashion. Like “Fact, I like orgasms and eye contact. End fact.”

Whatever happens, I plan on living more, doing more, and fucking more this year. Then I want to share some of that with you.

(It’s also the year I turn 30, woo hoo!)

And so a Happy New Year to all.

Help inspire me, and ask me a question to get me started by clicking here.

5 comments to Year Thirty

  • Jane

    Again I have to chuckle that you’re 30 (not quite). I admire what you’re doing & really admire that you put it out there for the world to see, which is something I’d never do, not wittingly, and that you don’t apologize for it. Damn! I admire that. But still I say… Catch up with me in another 10 years or so and I’ll buy you a beer or scotch or whatever girlie drink and we’ll have a whole different conversation than you’re having right now. Frankly, I can’t wait to catch up with myself 10 years or so from now. Whatever it is that I’m losing sleep over or obsessing about now will mean nothing to me then. Same for you. Promise.

    • samantha

      The same can be said about any life. I don’t go into anything with the illusion that it will be the same way forever. I look back on how things were last week, last month, last year and things are always changing. I know this, and love it.

      It’s kind of a given that whatever matters now, won’t matter as much one day, if at all.

      My dad died once. I don’t cry about it every single day, but sure it was upsetting then. Life goes on. Shit happens. Gold happens. Life’s a journey. I realized that a long time ago. Long before my 14th birthday I’m sure.

      Thanks for the comment. :)

  • I’m fairly new to your blog, and I am looking forward to all the sharing you plan to do in 2010.

  • TryLove

    Over the past 3 dfays I have read or re-read all of your entries from the beginning of 2009.
    Although not ‘open,’ my husband and I are poly. Our relationship is currently evolving in such a way that may lead to it being open.
    Thank you for sharing your mind to help us both see (I would send him particularly relevant entries) that it is possible to have strong emotions for more than one person and still have a successful marriage.
    We are both making incredible efforts to be honest and to listen and learn.
    I can’t thank you enough. When are we doing dinner? :)

  • Jonathan

    You found out about your vagina in 2008?

Leave a Reply

 

 

 

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>