A Master and slave are sort of like a sports team. In sports
teams, no one is equal but everyone is equally necessary. The pitcher canâ??t
pitch if thereâ??s not a catcher behind the plate to catch the ball. The first baseman
has no reason to guard the base if thereâ??s no batter to run the bases. The game
is hopelessly lost if there are no outfielders to catch the fly balls and get
them into the mound. A slave cannot flourish without a Master to guide her. A
Master is often incomplete without a slave to dote on Him.

Iâ??ve come to a point in my life where Iâ??m learning that
holding on to things that hurt, annoy, irritate, or piss me off is going to do
nothing but destroy my attempt at being upbeat and cheerful all the time. Iâ??m
finding my irritations are being taken out on the wrong people. Namely Master.
But also some of the people I cook for at work and occasionally staff members
that I really have no issue with.

For a while, I had adopted this â??Whatever ::smile::â?
attitude. I make a conscious effort to get along with everyone regardless of
everyone elseâ??s opinions of people and try to make everyone smile. It makes it
impossible for people to rile me (or for them to want to) and I was truly happy
when I constantly recited to myself â??Thatâ??s their shit, not my shit. I donâ??t
have to worry about anyone elseâ??s shit but my own.â? Not everyone can do this
and Iâ??ve found the part of me that can be extremely negative, when given enough
running room, begins feeding off of everyone elseâ??s negativity. Iâ??m thinking itâ??s
time to rein that in and just remain upbeat and positive as much as possible. I
like me better when Iâ??m upbeat and positive.

The downfall to this is that Master is an extreme realist. I
am also, to an extent, but I donâ??t allow negative realities to bug me anywhere
near as much as He does. I donâ??t take them personally and I generally attempt
to find some way around them if theyâ??re in the way of something I really want. Unfortunately,
especially with regard to His occupation, He can come across as being rather
negative. Usually thatâ??s not really the case. Usually itâ??s only that Heâ??s being
realistic. That doesnâ??t change the fact that I can get really depressed when Heâ??s
putting down all of my upbeat ideas.

Usually, when faced with a goal that is going to be
difficult to accomplish, Iâ??m allowed to continually suggest ways around the
obstacles until He tires of my silly ideas. Sometimes it helps. Other times it
frustrates Him. But thereâ??s those rare times when my silly, hopeless ideas make
Him realize how badly I want the goal and, if He wants it too, He finds a way
to get there.

A Master and slave are sort of like a sports team. In sports
teams, no one is equal but everyone is equally necessary. The pitcher canâ??t
pitch if thereâ??s not a catcher behind the plate to catch the ball. The first baseman
has no reason to guard the base if thereâ??s no batter to run the bases. The game
is hopelessly lost if there are no outfielders to catch the fly balls and get
them into the mound. A slave cannot flourish without a Master to guide her. A
Master is often incomplete without a slave to dote on Him.

That being said, as in any relationship, a Master and slave
often feed off each other. Their moods affect each other. Their attitudes
toward life and their relationship reflect each other. Usually more so the
slave than the Master.

I donâ??t know if itâ??s true for other slaves. I donâ??t know if itâ??s the â??normâ? or
just something I feel. My mood quite often reflects how Masterâ??s seems to be.
If He seems sad or depressed, I attempt to cheer Him up and with failed
attempts I become sad or depressed. If Heâ??s happy, I usually try to be happy as
well. If He doesnâ??t feel good (like today) Iâ??m usually more somber. I don't know that I want to change that. And that makes it difficult to always be upbeat and positive.