The Journey of a Thousand Miles

There's a gorgeous half-moon hanging in the almost-midnight sky. I'm up too late- way too late for someone who is by nature a morning person. But, I have to say that I'm frustrated. And worried. Trying to balance way too many spinning teacups; so many that I might be able to join the circus, except they're all in my head... and honestly, nobody wants to see that.

I'm starting this journal to bring some sense and clarity to my thoughts, without all the distraction of 'regular' social media. I get the feeling that Facebook is training my brain to be twitchy, random, and worried all the time. Sort of like a small rodent.

I need to start writing again. Last time I tried this I achieved great success through journaling. So. I'll try that again. Things in my life have come a long way in the last eight years. Building on that success is slow, and sometimes painful. True personal growth is rarely easy.

gnothi seauton- know thyself

This is also going to be a record and dumping ground for my eco-freak tendencies. There will be veggie gardens, organic soap and clothing, and home-made cheese. Also, paleo and extreme-celiac-friendly recipes. And, some grumbles about my learning disability when I'm feeling sorry for myself, which is less often, but it's still something I'm getting used to knowing about five years after diagnosis. Sometimes there are growing pains.

Well, the moon has moved a fair chunk since I started writing this, and I'm starting to feel tired.


Time for bed.