The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

On Sunday, I wrapped up my first small group FULL INTENSIVE workshop that spanned 6+ hours over the course of 2 days. Anyone who has sat through my Intro class knows, The 9 Service Languages is a fucking BIG IDEA! When I first launched my class, I naively believed it could be tackled in a typical 90-minute or 2-hour session. I quickly learned that was impossible and that few platforms (cons, orgs, mtgs) had the ability to hold space for me and attendees to get DEEP in the weeds of WIITWD as it relates to Service. I am PROFOUNDLY HONORED that @S-O-C—the Service Oriented Conference—reached out to me earlier this year to be a part of their inaugural Intensive Program. They were the perfect partner with the perfect target audience for an Intensive of The 9 Service Languages of Authority Transfer Relationships/Dynamics. The session allowed me to work with a small group as we got our hands dirty, dissecting where, when, how, and why we do Service and considered ways to adjust, tweak, evol...

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Top space...
Epiphany...I guess i do Service Top.
Every time i host a group/give a presentation I shift into Top Space mentally, emotionally, physically.
I do what I do out of service.
To share what lil knowledge I have, so that maybe it helps someone a small bit on their own journey as they search for answers and understanding. If I’m lucky, I’ll learn a thing or two myself.  So...

Service Top.

The costs...fuck me but the cost can be brutal. Don’t get me wrong...I enjoy the energy in the moment. In fact there is absolutely joy when those I’m in service to get excited about the thing or find a crumb they’ve been searching for. But don’t believe for a moment that automatically shoves me to the right side of the slash.

It’s the aftermath that reveals the truth. When mental, emotional, physical exhaustion overwhelms me from all the soul energy I had to expend to do the thing and do the thing well. In the post-event hours, my /s-side is left naked and exposed and begging for the safety and comfort of an M/‘s guidance and protection.  My slave longs to rest in His shadow and give up control of every fucking thing I hold together singlehandedly. I don’t want to think. I simply ache to follow.  My rawest most fundamental truth lays bare before me with no avenue for comfort or solace.  No, wonder all I want to do is cry.  I’ve left my truest unprotected and alone.

Fuck me...the cost is steep, but I cannot put my service, my journey, my life on hold waiting for a maybe someday Him to guide and protect me.  I’ll recover. I always do.
~DominaKat

Note | Didn’t edit. Don’t give a fuck right now.

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