A Great Step In A Great Direction
Mood:  celebratory
So far I am not comfortable putting in photos. I am still a shy blogger.
This was a very good day for me. I made it to a difficult appointment and I am viewing circumstances as they come up in a positive way. I feel very much more in control of my life. I have plans..good ones..for my lifestyle improvement (ie.: health etc) and improvements to rebecoming the whole me!
The "Whole Me" is interesting, kind, empathetic and creative, along with hardworking.
Tomorrow I begin an increase in my exercises and shop for my improved diet. Possibly in the near future I will connect with someone I am choosing to be a friend with similar values and interests. I am usually very good at this and can be a great friend. I have kept friends for twenty or more years, except there has been an interruption in these parts of me due to a trauma. I am no reclaiming myself and it feels so FREEING!! I feel more in control and peaceful.
I have fed myself recently with my spiritual requirements also..something I haven't done in a long time. Hopefully all is coming together..Yahoo!
darling

Mood:  chillin'
Its midnight. Past this hour it is not hopeful I will sleep.
My fans are going full blast. I had cooked a pizza in my oven for the first time in a looooong time a few hours ago. It has been a long time since I had melted a torquoise plastic rubbermaid bowl in the oven some time ago. After putting out the resultant fire with a whole carton of salt I scraped off the melted goo, but still chemical odors resulted whenever I turned on the oven. Tonight I decided that whatever the consequence I was going to cook my frozen DiGourno pizza. With all windows open and fans going I managed to cook and eat at least some of my pizza. Two and a half hours later the odor still hangs in the wind. It is windier in my apartment than it is outside.
Many have told me in past years I have a 'gift' for writing. I did do some little articles for small newspapers, but mostly I wrote to people. Now, my writing skills have rusted due to many rough spots in my life. I am trying to write anew. This is my first attempt. Lets see if I can continue. Whereas I had kept a journal since I was quite young my recent years have not been the same. Usually in my journals (past nine years or so) I have said to myself.."Oh this is dumb, I have nothing of worth to say..even to myself"..and quit.
I am going to attempt to go to my cocoon ..my bed..and read myself to sleep. How many others love thier bed like I do? It refreshes me, comforts me, takes me away from painful things and rests my aching aches. I love my bed.
nite nite
darling