Picking myself up...and Starting again.

My crowning jewels are my kids, each a treasure all their own. I've always told them that they should follow their dreams, to reach for the stars and be what ever it is they really want to be. But if I'm going to be an example of that, then I need to stop making excuses and reach for my own dreams too.

I've been putting the needs of reality and my family first. Bowing to the world's logic and not following my own as often as I used to.  I've forgotten how to listen to the beat of my own music - my own drummer calling to me. It's time for me to get back to the basics of being me.

Believing in one's ability to create opportunity, to reach for that which seems impossible, that is what makes life the grand journey that it is. Not trying to stumble through a dead end job that barely makes a dent in the stack of bills that are slowly strangling what little joy there is in what's called life today...

• How many people are just barely surviving? (Way too many! The state of poverty is bigger than Texas and California together now!)
• How many are wondering if things will ever change?
  (Stop wondering and start changing things yourself. You don't have to go big.  One step at a time.)
• Will things get better?
  (I don't know. But I'm sure as heck going to try and make things better where and when I can!)
• What will happen if I don't get work?
  (Take control of what you can! Have a yard sale, salvage metal, post on Craigslist or anyplace you think you might be able to sell stuff.  Start locally first if you have to. Also try to  find ways to get what you need without money! Barter services for services. When it comes down to things that you need money for - focus on gathering up a few dollars here and there. Together it will all add up. No matter what, make sure that the situation doesn't paralyze you. If nothing else, we all have a mind, and we can use it to think. Now we can either get ourselves into trouble or out of it. But we do have to use our heads and not panic. Fear is a mind killer. Don't let it immobilize you.)

For me, this blog is all about standing up, dusting off and starting up again. It's my get back in the saddle site.

We've all been knocked down, stumbled or even fallen on our life's journey.  Sometimes, we've had to deal with those that would prefer we stay down. But getting back up is the only way to get started again. To start taking back our life and beginning to control what we can. We have to finding ways to get around those trying to control us. They have no right, it's our life.

It's about taking back your dreams, taking back that energy and joy that gets lost in the daily struggle. It's about finding your own personal star and letting it guide you. It's something we deserve to give to ourselves. It may not be easy, in some ways it might be the hardest thing we've ever done. But the point is to start now.

Even if it's just a stolen hour or two. It's a step forward, a start point to plan, to think, to begin on the work that needs to be done to changing things. 

Start off by changing those things that are holding you back, the negativity that can drain you and dragging you down. Get rid of all that noise that wants to keep you under control and keep you from being happy.

Dreams can come true...but they need you,  some attention, time and maybe a little magick to get them started...

Like Alfred said in the Dark Knight movie: "Why do we fall down Sir? So we can learn how to get back up again."

Good luck learning how to get back up - again, and again...until you make it.  Carpe Diem!

Dropping into Reality

I'm working on a very large project - It's called "Operation Clean Sweep" as in I'm getting rid of as much stuff as I can that will help me in reducing the amount of stuff in my house.
See I want to move, but if I don't want to hire a fleet of trucks, I'm going to have to reduce the amount that I'm taking with me. At the same time, I'm hoping to make a small amount of money off of this that will be going into the "Going Home" fund.

I have tried to make a go of it here in GA, but of the friends I made - they've either been deployed or died. I do know some people here, but most can't be called real friends since they are so busy that they can't even seem to find the time to call me up just to say "hi". In the 17 yrs I've been here there is no one that I can call up to go out with, or anyone to hang out with or even to just talk to.

I miss the blue ridge. I miss having four seasons. I miss being in the country, breathing fresh air; not air scented with cookies, soap or the paper mill stench depending upon which direction the wind is blowing.
I just want to find some land and put a dw on it or find a small farm that I can settle down on. I tried that here and wound up in a subdivision, with bills and repairs that eat up what income I have each month.

Being disabled, unable to drive - it's left me isolated, alone and solitary. The only way to reach out to the world regularly is through the net. I still need to do erands, that usually means a 5+ mile walk one way. My older son often will try to do the simple tasks to keep me from overdoing it. Often when I return from an all day outing, I can barely walk at all the next day. But I discovered years ago what many had before me, that it is difficult to find help out there.

Oh sure, there are places to get food, so called shuttle transport, but often you have to get to the service or there is never any room or there's a waiting list. Some places have given me the "we've helped you once before, we can only help once in a lifetime." Which is odd since it's the charities that are spouting it.
But I'm not going to go getting on my soap box about the injustice and all right now. I'm too tired, weary in the spirit tonight I would guess...I just don't have the heart to get a outraged roll going. Maybe another time...

Well, need to get some sleep...so I'll catch up with you all another time.
Carpe Diem!