Today's word is CELEBRATE.
And I bet you're already taken aback by the title, right?
This is going to be very personal - be warned. And it's from a guy's point of view. Prepare to be shocked.
Celibacy is fun.
Sex is now out of the question for us. I'm in too much pain, and Barbara is horrified that I could die during intercourse. Heck of a last memory.
But I'm still human...and some things are hard to give up
There are compensations, though, to a celibate life.
First, though, to be able to be happy in it, you've got to step away from the physical desires. Not to denigrate them; that's just sour grapes. But to look at their place in life, and to realize...I am much more than that.
I don't have to find an identity in sexuality, or in 'potency', or whatever words men like to use to 'feel like a man'.
It's a choice - to turn those energies and those desires into something else entirely. The pshrinks call it sublimation.
I call it transcendence.
It's a step in transcending myself, really; to step out of this box that is my body, and to allow my spirit to soar free. A part of me is no longer tied to a self-image that had been, unfortunately, tarnished by stereotype and posturing.
I can focus on compassion now, on listening. I can see through the veil a little more clearly, because my reflection isn't blocking the view.
God's voice is clearer now; I'm not drowning him out with an instinctive "I want".
I can focus on what really pleases my wife, while not thinking of what I might get in return.
In discipline, there's freedom.
I like being free.
Whoa. Never thought I would have the nerve to write this one. I'll be very interested to hear y'all's comments.