I have to admit that I am sometimes a bit envious of the people that I see living their passion rather than having to work a full-time job and treating their passion as a hobby.  I don’t dream of being a fabulously wealthy published author that lives a life of luxury or anything.  I’m a realist…unless you’re J. K. Rowling or Stephen King or one of the few authors whose book sales merit that kind of money you’ll be lucky to make a little pocket money from your book.  Traditional publishing has changed over the years and it’s hard for new authors to break into it.  E-publishing is available to everyone and some people do very well using that platform.  Rapture was optioned once by a publisher so I have to at least try the traditional route one more time with the hope that I can generate some interest once again.  I am not ready to give up on that dream just yet.  I’ll give it a little time and then when I’m ready to give up, I’ll give it just a little more time and then I’ll try the e-publishing route.  One way or the other, I will be a published author.  I might not be able to quit my day job but that isn’t why I write…not that it wouldn’t be great if that happened though.  Your dreams have to be bigger than your reality otherwise you’ll you’ll be stuck right where you are.  I’ve been here at the outer limits of my reality long enough so I’m ready to step outside of it and see where my dreams can take me.       

Here I am at work when it would be a perfect day to stay home, curl up under a cozy blanket and watch horror movies.  I don’t think that I’ve mentioned my proclivity for all things horror…movies, TV shows, and books.  Why that is, I have absolutely no clue.  When I was younger, I was completely terrified of anything that was remotely scary…The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, and just about every other ’60s semi-scary show.  I would hide behind chairs or cover my eyes while others watched them.  As I got older, I started to become a bit braver.  I guess that the first full-on scary movie that I saw at the theater was Race with the Devil.  I was probably 13 years old.  It scared me but it also gave me a bit of a thrill.  And from that point on, I was hooked.  The one and only nightmare that I remember having was when I was 15 or 16 years old.  My grandmother had just died and the funeral, like so many in small rural areas, was held at a funeral home that was in an old Victorian style house.  I was also reading Stephen King’s ‘Salem’s Lot at the time.  The funeral home setting was very reminiscent of the Marsten house in the book so I guess my overactive subconscious went into hyperdrive the night after we got home from the visitation and I had a nightmare that I’ve often thought about turning into a short story.  Maybe one day I will.  When I was 18, a friend and I went to the theater to see the original Halloween, which is still my all-time favorite horror movie and became a huge fan of the jump scare.  I remember sitting there in the theater and I was wound up as tight as a spring and Michael Myers popped up and I jumped completely out of my seat and kicked the chair in front of mine.  I think I scared the woman in front of me more than the movie did.  I like suspense and dread more than blood, guts, and gore but it doesn’t gross me out.  Most nights, I fall asleep watching a scary movie so I suppose it’s my own version of a demented bedtime story.  I even like the ones that have low ratings.  I usually watch those when I’m concentrating on other things.  You never know when you’ll find a low budget diamond in the rough.  That’s always fun.  Well, that’s today’s peek inside my brain.  It’s a scary place sometimes.                 

As I sit here looking out the window of my Magical Writing Haven, I am feeling extremely contemplative.  It is a slightly warmer yet still too cold rainy day.  At least we’re supposed to be out of the 30’s today.  I am 1 of those people that do not feel as though rainy dreary days are depressing.  They actually make me feel at peace with things and make me think a bit more deeply about life, passion, creativity, the future, etc….  Rain washes away all the dirt and grime that have built up on physical things and I suppose that it kind of does the same for me emotionally and mentally.  Maybe it’s because I know that in a day or 2, there will be a brilliant sun in a beautiful blue sky shining down on all the things that are now sparkly and clean.  Wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to just go stand out in a downpour and have all of our cares, concerns, worries, doubts, etc…, washed away?  Unfortunately, life is a bit more complicated than that.  The best we can do is close our eyes, think about the rain washing over us and all of our concerns melting away as we breathe in deeply and then slowly breathe out and imagine ourselves being clear of all the things we’ve just allowed to leave our mind and bodies.  I have a lot of stress in my life which is mainly caused by my job and I carry it in my shoulders.  Every single time I’ve been to a masseuse or a chiropractor, that’s the very 1st observation that they make.  And they have to work so hard to get that tension out of there.  So now the second that I feel my shoulders begin to tighten up, I breathe.  It really helps.  It’s my early warning system. 

And now for a rant.  I finished about 1/2 of my defensive driving course and, honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that my insurance would go up if I don’t complete it, I would pay the stupid ticket.  6 hours of punishment that is mind-numbingly boring.  I’m not saying that it’s not worthwhile because it is but there has to be a way of presenting it that is more individualized.  The thing that kills me is that the class has to be 6 hours long and 99% of it is slides that you read.  I read very quickly and retain what I read so I get thru the slide in 1/3 to 1/2 of the time allotted for it but I have to just sit there until the next slide magically appears.  I could be through this class in 2 to 3 hours if I could change slides when I’m ready to do so.  My husband told me that I should have taken the comedy defensive driving class but that sounds even worse to me.  I just want the facts and to take the tests.  And the majority of what they are presenting is redundant.  I know that they are most likely doing that to pound it into your head but still, it’s boring.  And they have 1 almost 30-minute segment that is a video done by a theater troupe which includes pantomime and extremely juvenile content.  I’m sure it was done this way so that it could be presented to teen drivers but come on!  Have a separate class for teens and 1 for adult drivers.  I just want to be done with it.  I know that I’m lucky to be able to take defensive driving and have my ticket dismissed but do I have to be bored out of my mind while doing it.  Just make it interesting, that’s all I’m asking. 

Well, I have some things I’d like to accomplish today so I guess I’ll get started.  Have a happy rest of your Sunday.  Relax, breathe and let it all go.                    

This week I have found out that I have a lack of blood flow in an area of both eyes so I have some blurriness but no loss of vision.  I have some micro-aneurysms in the retinas of both eyes which could, but haven’t yet, leaked or at least are not currently leaking.  The past retinal tears which were lasered, are still holding.  I have slight retinal swelling in my right eye but for someone that’s had diabetes their entire life, my doctor says that I’m a miracle because by now, most diabetics would be in stage 4 of 4 of retinopathy.  I am somewhere between the 1st and 2nd stage.  I feel very blessed because I haven’t always been the best when it comes to taking care of my diabetes.  Over the last 13 years, I’ve done much much better thanks to my wonderful PCP, Dr. Bryan Wasson.  I am currently, based on my blood work, just about perfect.  Everything is well under control.  So, again, I really do feel blessed for the fact that I haven’t done any more damage to my eyes than I have.  Then there was the sleep study.  Turns out, I do have slight sleep apnea even with my oral appliance but the PA that called to let me know that said that Dr. Raroque, my neurologist and sleep expert, hadn’t decided what direction we should take.  The more disturbing thing was that not once during the sleep study did I ever achieve REM sleep.  That explains so much.  You can’t be rested without REM sleep.  I have been dragging myself through the day for months now with no clue as to why it was happening.  So, being my own best medical advocate, I jumped online and started researching medications that can prevent you from achieving REM sleep.  The very 1st drug, Trazodone, kind of slapped me in the face.  I began taking Trazodone last year when I once again developed severe insomnia.  I take the maximum dosage of 200mg.  So the only medication that Dr. Raroque has found to treat my insomnia is putting me to sleep but I’m not getting quality sleep.  How f’d up is that?  Actually, there was 1 other that worked super well for my insomnia but it cost $2,500/month and when my company switched insurance companies, the new company said, nope.  Xyrem, which is basically medical grade GHB…the date rape drug…worked incredibly well.  You would take it right before you went to bed, while you were in bed because it knocked you out very quickly.  Then you generally wake up about 4 hours later and take a second dose.  I will share a truly embarrassing thing that happened to me while on it.  I woke up, took my 2nd dose and decided to quickly run to use the restroom but, as fate would have it, it hit while I was sitting on the commode.  I fought so valiantly to stay awake but that didn’t happen.  I fell asleep and fell forehead 1st into the outer edge of the metal bathtub.  That woke me up enough to get me back to bed.  It just so happened that I had a neurologist appointment the next morning and I had a huge black and blue goose egg on my forehead.  Dr. Raroque, upon hearing the story of my stupidity, checked me for a concussion but I guess that my head was hard enough to take being slammed into a metal bathtub because I did not have 1.  I made sure that from that point on, I only took the Xyrem while in bed.  So, now I guess the search will be back on for an insomnia treatment to go along with my delayed sleep phase syndrome treatment and narcolepsy treatment.  Not sleeping as well as not getting any REM sleep will make you crazy.  I know because I’ve been there.  It affects your memory, balance, mental, emotional and physical state, your ability to concentrate, and your alertness just to name a few.  It can basically destroy your life in a very short time if you don’t have a doctor that cares enough to find the correct treatment for you.  I am extremely fortunate to be blessed with 1 such neurologist.  He has literally saved my life in the past.  So, once again, I am blessed.  I am also blessed to have a wonderful husband who loves me and treats me better than I sometimes deserve, an amazing tribe of friends and fellow creative beings who are sources of strength and inspiration, and to also have things in my life about which I am passionate.  Now, to the atonement portion of the post.  It’s nothing dramatic but it’s time to pay the piper…aka, the Irving Police Department…for my ticket by taking my defensive driving class online today.  It’s only 6 hours so I think I’ll do at least 1/2 of it today.  I might do more but I’ll aim for 1/2.  I really want to do some Succulent Wild World work today too in preparation for our next call on the 13th.  And I need some Inner Wise Self time too.  I need to listen to what she has to say.  Plus, I’m a SARK angel and I need to do some angel work in the 2 groups.  I’ve mostly been doing fly-bys in the groups because I have felt so awful so I need to make up for that.  I didn’t take my Trazodone the last 2 nights and I’m feeling pretty okay.  I passed out on Thursday night but it took me longer to fall asleep last night and the anxiety set in about not being able to sleep at all and I thought about taking it but didn’t.  And I’m glad that I didn’t.  So those are my tales of blessings and atonement.  I am going to go eat and then serve my penance in defensive driving.  I am so excited.  And in case you’re wondering, yes that was sarcasm!

This week hasn’t been stellar.  As a matter of fact, it’s pretty much sucked.  Or it did until last night.  When I got home last night, I have a big brown envelope waiting for me in the mailbox.  I’m always ordering things so I just assumed that it was one of those items.  After I got inside, I looked at the envelope and it was from one of my friends and I just knew that there was something wonderful inside.  And I was so right.  Lauren had sent me a whole package of gorgeous assorted notecards and envelopes…some of which she made herself…, beautiful stationery and envelopes, greeting cards with envelopes and all of the envelopes had stamps affixed to them.  There was a very sweet card from Lauren and on top of all of that, a Clifford, the Big Red Dog beanie baby.  It turned my week around completely.  It actually made me cry.  There is no way that I could repay that total act of kindness…not that she expects to be repaid.  She is just a wonderful caring person.  It’s amazing that I could have a week of bad and 1 envelope could completely wipe it away.  But it wasn’t what was in the envelope, it was what was in the heart of the amazing person that sent it to me.  And I plan to use every single notecard, greeting card, and piece of stationery to spread her kindness even further.  And every time I send one out, I’ll remember just how much happiness that envelope brought to me and relive it each time.      

No matter what happens in our lives, good or bad, life goes on.  No matter how carefully we plan, things are going to happen that were nowhere in our Franklin Coveys or on our to-do lists.  But we press onward with our lives and our plans.  Sometimes that’s because we’re optimistic and other times we simply have no other choice.  I’ve been in both positions as have most of us.  My writing has been one of those things that’s continued…not as often or as much as I would have liked…but it never goes away.  Life continues to get in the way and usually, just as I’m digging myself out of whatever hole life has pushed me into and am starting to write again, one of two things happens…I receive some kind of inspiration (like SARK’s SWW and ROW) or I begin to doubt myself and my abilities to the point that I am on the verge of absolutely abandoning my dream.  It’s like being on a see-saw.  Up, down, up, down.  But no matter how close I come to giving it all up though, I can never quite do it.  When something is a part of your heart and soul, giving it up is not an easy thing to do even when life and the universe sometimes seem to conspire to make that happen.  I don’t continue on with it because I’m an optimist…I’m more of a realist…or because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that one day I’ll be a famous, published author.  I do it partly because it’s such a huge part of me and largely because I’m extremely stubborn.  It just means too much to me.  So, when you’re on that see-saw, just remember that for every time you’re down, there will be another time that you’re up.  Keep doing what you love no matter what life throws at you.  You’ll be glad that you did.           

One thing that I  fight with on a daily basis is a plethora of distractions that tend to keep me away from my writing more than I would like.  I think that we all have that problem to one degree or another.  Sometimes I can control it but after spending my day multi-tasking times ten here at work and working through lunch, I just want to turn my brain off and veg.  The problem with that is I only have about three and a half hours from the time I usually get home until I go to bed to eat, take care of critters, spend time with my husband, get things ready for the next day and just breathe for a few minutes.  I know that even thirty minutes of writing is something but it just seems to take so much effort.  I also know that I have to make that effort if ever want to finish Rapture.  So I have to reconcile those disparate things.  This is a continuing theme in my writing efforts.  When you have to work a day job and you can only write after work and on the weekend, it’s difficult to make yourself do it because it’s not unlike having a second job and who’s ever excited about that?  So I have the mindset that I am working a second and be my own boss.  I’ll let you know how that goes.  

Last night, I was having a little trouble falling asleep so I was just looking through my iPhone and getting rid of some contacts that are no longer actually contacts.  And I came across one name that gave me pause.  Jay.  We have been friends since 1988.  He is my very best friend.  We have been through so much together…divorces, various relationships…we dated for a while but we are just too much alike for that to have ever worked out…, heartbreaks, career changes, 2nd marriages and a 3rd marriage for him, and so much more.  We bonded over books and a warped sense of humor at the wholesale produce company where we worked.  At that time, my life was in major transition and I was finally figuring out exactly who I was and what I was capable of in every area of my life.  It was an exciting and scary time.  Anyway, about 8 years ago, our lives totally diverged.  Jay moved to Alaska and then he was in the Philippines courting his now wife and mother of his son (that was born this weekend) that he was introduced to by her cousin and now back in Anchorage.  I was buried at work and wasn’t in the best place emotionally so we drifted apart…more my fault than his.  So, last night, I messaged and apologized for basically cutting him out of my life.  I wished him happiness.  Within 10 minutes, he had messaged me back and we were right back in our groove like no time had passed.  And the 3,000 miles don’t mean anything.  That’s what friendship is about.  And my tribe is growing.  I almost deleted Jay from my contacts last night but I just had to reach out.  That kind of bond doesn’t just go away.  Thankfully.  So, just a word of advice, before you completely walk away from someone that hasn’t done you harm…mentally, emotionally or physically…do yourself a favor and reach out 1 more time.  You never know where it might lead.

I was sitting here in my little Writing Haven and I happened to look over at a little chest I have and there was a little sign that I’d cut out of a box that something came in and it was like seeing it for the very first time.  It simply says, “Be the energy you want to attract”.  I started thinking about it and my energy has been pretty lackluster lately.  Part of it has to do with the fact that I have been mysteriously fatigued for a few months…I’m hoping that my neurologist can pinpoint something in my sleep study that will explain it so it can be fixed even if it involves a CPAP machine.  But how can I expect to create and manifest my desires if my energy is not up to par?  I’m talking about physical and mental energy.  I’m not really putting much out into the universe so can I receive anything back from it?  I’m working on manifesting my desires and reality but I think that if I could up my physical energy then I could also increase my mental energy.  We can’t expect a garden to produce if we don’t plant good seeds and then water and fertilize them.  I want my garden to grow so I am going to concentrate on my mental energy until I hear from my neurologist.  I have done everything to feel better physically.  My blood work is fine aside from very slight anemia…we’re talking 1 point below the norm.  My diabetes is completely under control.  From the outside, I look fine but I’m not.  I put on my “I’m okay” face every single day and that is also draining my energy.  My neurologist was so very concerned about my demeanor at my last 2 appointments.  He told me that he is so used to my bubbly, talkative personality that it just really bothers him that I’m now lethargic and definitely less than bubbly.  I tested positive for Epstein Barr a few years ago and wondered if this is a major flare up but two different doctors told me that since I was diagnosed with the virus it is always going to show if I’m tested for it so there’s no point in testing.  If there’s nothing in my sleep study, I am going to find a specialist and get their input.  I want to put a ton of energy out there but how can I when I have next to zero to spare?  This isn’t exactly where I planned to go with this post but if you’d read enough of my past writings, you know that I’m a stream of consciousness kind of writer.  I just go where my mind wants to lead me.  And I did stay home from work today because I felt even worse than usual so I guess it was on my mind even though I hadn’t acknowledged it.  I just want to feel good again and have some energy to spare for the universe.  Thanks for reading and letting me ramble.  I’m going to go take care of my stray and feral critters before it gets dark.  I came home around 7:30 one night last week and there was a raccoon so large that I thought it was out Blue Heeler at first.  Then I saw the mask.  I’d rather not come face to face with that critter.  Take care and keep being the energy that you want to attract.  It can work miracles!    

I am manifesting my reality.  And it’s not as “woo-woo” as some people seem to think it is.  I’m not sitting here chanting or in a trance just thinking about that future reality.  No.  You have to work at it as well.  Every single thing that anyone has ever created or brought into a state of being started out as an idea.  And before they even really started working on making it a reality, they thought about it, dreamed about, imagined how it would happen and where it would take them.  They saw the end result long before it became a reality.  But, as they were doing this, they were also thinking about how to make it happen.  You can imagine the most amazing thing but if all you do is think about it but not do anything to make it happen, there’s about a 99.9% chance of it never coming to fruition.  I can sit here and imagine a story so colossal and fantastical that it is beyond anything that’s ever been written before by anyone but if I don’t sit down in front of my laptop and physically type every single letter of this story, it might as well have never been imagined.  I believe that manifesting is a very powerful tool that we should all use for things both large and small but we also have to take action as well.  There were probably thousands of people that imagined an automobile but Henry Ford was the one that took action.  The same thing can be said about every bestselling book…others had similar ideas but never wrote the book.  Others wrote the book but didn’t have confidence that it should be published.  Every artist sees the finished painting, sculpture, or work of art they want to create long before they create it.  But a painter has to prepare the canvas, take out their paints and brushes and actually apply that paint to the canvas for it to be a painting.  So, I guess what you can take away from this post is that manifestation is great but you have work on your dreams as well.  You can’t just sit and manifest them into reality based on your desire and nothing else.  Believe in yourself and them but also work hard to make them happen.