I felt warm and relaxed, Julia curled up against me as she slept. It was still and quiet out and it felt good just to be awake at such a magical hour and running a meditation right then seemed like the perfect thing to do, “Which it was.”
I focused on the plans I had for my business in the week ahead and mentally noting that, while I didn’t have a LinkedIn account set up, things have been going well. And yet… I had a nagging sense that it was high time I did something about that. Setting up a Twitter account was also on my to do list. I figured that perhaps taking one day to read up on what each platform would allow me to do and how, another to actually get the accounts set up, plus a third to update the specifics of each might be the better way to go.
Julia has often teased me about being an over achiever because of my tendency to start a project and keep pounding away at it until it’s done. “You are the only man I know who, if allowed to, would stay up well past midnight just to finish a project you started at 8:00 AM,” she would joke. She would often then give me a gentle hug, kiss, or something along those lines as she added, “It doesn’t need to be that way anymore Brian. You are doing well. You can take a breath and relax.”
I know that part of the reason she insisted on sex every day was to make sure that we both had an enjoyable outlet… A vacation for the soul if you will. But it was also designed to make sure I didn’t keep working for twenty hours straight in a day. Making me responsible for doing her at least once every 24 hours come hell or high water? “That was Julia’s master stroke.”
Julia knows full well that, even on the days when she says she doesn’t feel like it, I will get her off and then some by the time all is said and done. And… These days… Well… The doctor says that we’re both in excellent health and to keep doing whatever it is we’re doing. “If only they knew it was seven times a day!”
But… Julia and I are thriving personally and professionally, quickies and all. So… seven is clearly a good number for both of us, even though we never plan it that way. “It’s just the way things work out.”
Yeah… My wife is pretty clever that way. And… once she woke up, I enjoyed kicking off the new year with her in toe curling ecstasy.
We finally got dressed around one o’clock in the afternoon so we could join Ellen and her daughter for a late lunch, early dinner, at their place. We had a great time visiting with them and returned home around six in the evening.
We retired to our studies to do a little journaling and catch a few things up for our respective businesses before meeting in the bathtub. Julia handed me a glass of wine once we got settled saying, “Happy New Year.” She then toasted me saying, “To a prosperous professional and personal 2023.”
When we walked into the bedroom, me guiding a slightly tipsy Julia, she said, “I’m all yours. Yeah… I’m a little trashed but… It’s ok.” She then kissed me after getting into bed saying, “This pretty girl gives you permission to have your way,” before passing out.