August 9th, 2016 - Sturgis Motorcycle Rally - Harley-Davidson V.I.P. 70-Mile Loop Ride Through Vanocker Canyon & Deadwood!

There were six people, including our ride leader. Our trip took us through some of the most scenic Northern Black Hills countryside.

We departed from Sturgis, taking Vanocker Canyon Road South, through the little town of Nemo, South Dakota.

Nemo is nestled in the prettiest valley I've seen since moving here, and has some campgrounds and a nice restaurant.

Because i tend to be conservative in my motorcycle riding, deferring to posted speed limits, and not prone to unnecessary risk taking, I was a bit behind the main group when I went through Nemo.

I had a bit of chagrin, when I stopped at the little restaurant parking lot, thinking my group had stopped there. Finding them not around, I motored the eight-hundred-pound steed I was riding up the slightly-steep, dirt-driveway, holding off for traffic to pass by.

Trying to get going, and onto the highway, even in little Nemo (SD), proved challenging, with all the motorcycle traffic from the Sturgis Rally.

A little too less throttle, a passing car, and my having to brake quickly, and leaning just a little Too Far Left, ended up with my steed tilting sideways onto its drop bar.

Now, here's what's really great, and why I like the motorcycle-riding community as a whole: No sooner had I laid down the big bike, then within seconds, no fewer than four adjacent fellow bike riders sprang into existence beside me, two of whom had gotten there first, and helped me up within seconds!

It was a most humbling experience, and, although I felt like like a bumbling, weak idiot, better left to riding Schwinns, at that point, instead of Harleys, I was immediately consoled by one of the people helping me, who intoned the Collective Experience of All Hog Riders at One Time or Another: "We've All Been There!"

I immediately felt less stupid than I thought I was, and realized by that statement, that I was Just As Worthy As Any Other Motorcycle Riding Human Being, and that others, too, have had the same feelings of embarrassment and weakness at tilting their own steeds a little too far, and having the elation and pleasant surprise, at having others help them in their time of need.

I still maintain that all people are Inherently Good, the concept of sin is a ruse, and that Joyful Elation in Helping Others Learn and Grow, is the Human Soul's True Nature of Being!

This experience, out-of-the-blue, only strengthens that belief within and upon my psyche.

So I thanked them for their help, refocused my mind upon strengthening my muscle groups, and proceeded evenly, and triumphantly, onto the road, with nary an issue.

I caught up with the ride leader a bit later, who had been waiting for me at a junction. We chatted, he explained he was here for our needs, etc., and that I had nothing to worry about.

So we sped off, me following, both of us ending up at a location I knew well from my trips into Rapid City (SD), traveling down from Lead (SD), to visit my sister: Johnson Siding

Johnson Siding is one of those stop-offs that has everything. It's located on SD-44, about ten miles east of US-385, which terminates in Deadwood-Lead.

It has a general store, restaurant, gas station, a lot of residences, and One Huge Church called Rimrock. It's a beautiful area, with rock faces, tall pines, and the general landscape of the Black Hills that makes it's location all the more appealing.

Two of the faster riders went on ahead, and the ride leader, myself, and one other person, rode together toward Mavericks Steakhouse Deadwood!

All I can say is that the Broccoli Cheese Soup was excellent, the Fettuccine Alfredo, thick and heavenly, and the Strawberry Cheesecake, fantastic!

The traffic in Deadwood, South Dakota during Rally, is Just Plain Intense! Still, everyone manages to not, generally, run into each other. Politeness to other traffic is the key, and I just let others go by me, around me, or ahead of me, then level off to a speed that allows me to be comfortable.

Also, since I knew where we were going, via the map in my head, and as it was only sixteen miles, I had no issues with the last leg of the route.

We motored back to the Harley Davidson area--which was closing up at Five O'Clock (we had gotten back just a little tardy, I suppose)--said our farewells, took our pictures, and that was that.

An end to a very unique experience in my life, the first of many, I hope, to follow!

I hope everyone enjoyed reading! Be Well! Ride Often! And if you don't ride, START!  You'll Love It!

Repost From My Facebook Timeline, July 23, 2016, Saturday.

--VERY Long and Ranty, But Seeking Advice I Can Implement and Use!--

Hello, FB Friends. I would like to get everyone's opinion on something.

I'm now 50 years old, learning-disabled, and wanting to do something substantial, that will get me out of debt, and assist me with, ahem, 'getting my act together,' something I haven't been able to do in 32 years (Since I was 18, that being legal adulthood), since graduating high school.

I've been to a number of colleges and universities in many states--I've lived in about seven or eight--and always have the same results when I go: I go full-time, start strong and motivated, but when the mid-semester/term arrives, I'm so overwhelmed that I can't catch up my class work, and end up having to withdrawal from the program.

I'm now so sick of school and traditional learning that I expect to fail, unless something different can occur.

I've tried to get disability services agencies (Michigan and Missouri in the recent, and not-so-recent past) to allow me to try something different; less-than-full-time college work, starting my own business in Michigan (the office I was involved with basically laughed at me when I had an idea for a then-new-concept, touch-screen gps receiver. I guess Garmin beat me to the punch, eh?)

No get-there-before-it's-adopted-and-marketed-out-of-profit-margins-for-the-small-guy, for me, I guess, eh?

I had that idea before 2004. Now touch-screen gps units are everywhere.

All I given was a little test "to see if you'd be good at business," apparently which I 'failed.' Ya...Right!

I'm currently working with another disability services agency, and they, at least--and at last!--are willing to work with me. Still, I'm indecisive--not exactly the mark of 'substantial entrepreneurial endeavor waiting to be discovered,' so-to-speak.

The fact is, I'm frustrated. This emotional state is usually what people focus on--trying to prevent me from feeling that way--rather than focusing on what I'm saying, with regard to the idea-at-hand, be it another college attempt (unlikely), or a business idea (possibly.)

I have trouble keeping regular work. I had a good job at a local hotel as a night auditor. A night auditor runs computer software that tallies up the day's business, then prints out a lot of paper that has to go into an envelope. This envelope is kept in a box, or some other location, to serve as a hard-copy record of the business for that particular day. This is done every day at a hotel.

This is what my duties were:

Count three money 'drawers'.
Clean a bar area adjacent to the main counter (sweep/mop).
Sweep and mop the front lobby area.
Run the audit at 1am.
Prepare the hot, continental breakfast in the morning (eggs, biscuits and gravy usually, french toast occasionally (usually taken care of by the main breakfast staff; I just started everything, but it had to be ready to go when they arrived.)
Lock up hot tub covers, located outside and in the back of the building.
Tend to guests' reservation needs--something I wasn't adequately trained on, and felt ill when I couldn't meet my guests expectations, which happened more than once.

I also volunteered to help the head housekeeper with laundry, which I did, and didn't have any trouble with. However, after a month of this, I couldn't keep up the pace, anymore, and my night shift was segueing into morning, causing me toward the end, to not get enough sleep.

The end result was that I couldn't do the work anymore, as I was getting burned out! I'm really not that much of a multi-tasker, and it finally got to the point that it was either my mental and physical well-being, or my job.

I took the former over the latter.

So now I'm back to square one: 50 years old, living in an income-based apartment complex (for which I'm eminently grateful to have! ♥), in a nice, small town that I'm really falling in love with. :-)

I'm heading for divorce, unfortunately, (another story entirely), an issue that is, of course, heavy on my mind. One doesn't just go eleven (11) years without feeling something. As for me and my spouse, we've both decided to remain friends, but otherwise move on with our lives, at this juncture.

Granted, it's not over until the papers are signed and the judge says "divorced," but it is, probably, a foregone conclusion for me at this point.

So now I'm looking at becoming single again. Single, Twice divorced (assumed on the 2nd.) No completed college education. Learning disabilities. Little decent job experience, save for a lot of pizza delivery.

Experience in this field doesn't mean advancement. There are so many local high school and college students needing jobs, that long-term advancement in this--and most food service jobs, save for that of head chef or sous-chef at a nice restaurant (not my fields of interest)--field are extremely limited.

One, they're too fast-paced for me. I have attention deficit issues, cognitive learning issues, and just don't learn well when I'm moving too fast.

I can learn. That's not the issue. It's just that I have to learn, and focus, on one thing--or one item of a larger discipline--at a time.

Why do disability services departments insist that everybody go to school full-time? I know I can't do it. I've been trying since 1984! Don't people understand what disability means? As if I could do the same thing as an eighteen-year-old freshmen who got Straight A's in high school!

Hell, I can't even get straight C's, let alone A's, and especially not if I can't get the accommodation I require, which no one seems willing to give.

I'm not lazy!

I've worked my ass off to get out here where I am now, including a month and a half of sleeping at a !#!$##! rest area, while working for a Pizza Hut during the day, in one Missouri city!

I worked for a pizza place--where I was earning excellent money--in a South Dakota town for a full month, before I had to quit to meet the move-in requirements for my HUD apartment complex. I had planned on making a daily, 100-mile, round-trip commute to work at the pizza place, but I was told I was "making too much money," and the move-in costs, with deposits and such, would've been beyond my reckoning, as I didn't have a lot of cash at the time.

So I quit, and moved, and have been in my apartment complex for eight months now.

I had one job at a local ski resort, where the managment and attitudes of the people were so bad, and so rude (mainly 14-16 year olds running the !#!#$ cafeteria, gossip, and the like!), I had to quit after three days.

A far cry from working for Pizza Hut for two-and-a-half (2.5) months before I moved out here.

The 2nd job was at a hotel--as a night auditor. I worked two weeks, for three days a week, then was let go without explanation.

The last job was the one where I had to do all the breakfast, money counting, and laundry work. The interview went extremely well, and I was excited, and happy, to be working for that firm. The people were great, and I felt a bit more secure for the first time since leaving Missouri.

However, as stated above, I couldn't keep the job due to too much stress, and multiple work roles.

The End Result?

Well, I'm now broke. I don't get SSI, but only SSDI. Because I"m married, both incomes are factored. The real truth is that I really want to wean myself off of all assistance, make my own way and fortune, and build a respectable home up in the hills near where I'm living now.

But how can I do this?

My beliefs are so mired in the "I'm going to fail no matter what!" category, that my mind is numb to anything that even resembles something "I want to do." If it's not something I want to do, then my subconscious is more than willing to let it happen--just so long as I don't get too happy or believing in myself. That I can do it.

Self-defeatism is so ingrained in me, success is like a foreign country to me. But, to me, that's what I'm going to have to do: succeed! And not just little things, either. Something 'reasonably large, and that I want' is what I need. A material goal at the end of it, as well as having learned something that propels me to the next success.

I've known failure. I've tried to 'pay my dues,' but keep having to 'ante up' so much, I can't get my foot in the door, or a word in, edgewise!

So I'm back to square one! I won't have money until the 3rd, and most of that's depleted due to bills. And I pay my bills on time! I haven't missed one, yet, and have no intention of missing any, at all!

I want my time in my new area to be positive, and successful! I'm tired of failure, but know I'm going to have to endure many more until the end of it.

I know how to fail. But why can't I just learn how to succeed?

I'd sure like to be able to meet that motor scooter goal of mine (see my home page background), but by my hands, doing things my own way for a change, and being able to see ahead, through any failure, and just brush it aside, solve the problem, then move ahead, and achieve that elusive goal we call SUCCESS!

As of now, I'm having a hard time seeing it. Any suggestions are both sought after and welcome.

--Stephen

-UPDATE- July 19, 2016 Relationships, New Beginnings? Implied Endings?? Read and See! :-)

This post is a reply to another blog, which, as of July 19, 2016 11:23pm (Local Time), is, Ahem!  "Currently Awaiting Moderation."  (Actually, I think the blog poster thought it was too long.)  Here's the link:

http://mydatinghell.com/when-youre-strange/#comment-98

Read the above first, then read my response.  It sums up what is happening, currently, in my life at this time.

(Note:  My apologies to each and everyone who may be mentioned, or implied, in this post.  I'm 50 years old!  I am cordial, and considerate, but this is my blog, about my feelings, and, unfortunately, sometimes feelings also involve others.  Anyone involved is free to change their minds--and sieze and change the nature of their relationship(s) with me--at any time.)


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I'm fifty as of last October (2015), and, after eleven years of marriage, am looking at a divorce.  We didn't have any children, so that simplifies things a bit (both of us just too busy with our own involvements for child rearing), but, at least for me, there's something I've just figured out:  Being Alone Ain't All That Bad! :-)

Granted, the bed isn't as warm (the cat just doesn't the job as well as the wife!), but I've learned something about this incident.  The past two years of my life have been spent, not with my betrothed, but waiting around while she went to amusement parks and wineries with her friends, to the "Gym, Totally!" (obsession), and not including me in the trips.

When I finally asked her to include me in some of the outings with her and her friends (I had to go this route, as I couldn't do anything without them in tow on her days off), she reacted badly, accused me of "imposing" on her social group (I suppose I was.), and we had a rather loud, verbal argument about the subject.

This went on for a total of about two-and-a-half (2.5) years before I finally had no choice but to move out of my cockroach-laden apartment (that's another story all together; she had already moved back in with Mommy and Daddy, who would not take me in!), and move over eight-hundred (800) miles away to another state where my sister was living.

I now realize, nine months later (no baby involved, heh!) that I, Ahem!, *Needed To Move!*  I also realize that I needed the time alone and apart to Really Really Deal with my learning disability issues, which have followed me since childhood.

I couldn't have done this without all the people that Life, Itself, put in my path, both with jobs, and kindnesses I never experienced (much) when I was living with my wife.

Now, after all this time, dating is the furthest thing from my mind.  I enjoy social encounters, but one thing does ring true for me, and always has:  I'm Weird.

I'm writing, for example, a "metaphysical fantasy-romance."  Who does that?  I'm at over 40,000 words right now, and it's progressing nicely.  I don't believe I'd be able to focus on it, had I not moved when I had the chance.  (Certainly not with her 'possy' in tow, let me tell you!)

I've never really had a career "like everybody else"  What the hell does that mean, anyway?  I mean, I read the above bullet points of what "normalcy" (to you) entails, so let's compare those to mine:


    Never having been married - After my upcoming divorce (assumed), I will have been married twice.  So that one's okay

    Never having had kids and/or not wanting them - Still don't.  However, that can change, especially if I meet someone younger with a child, that likes an older male.

    Not being a Christian or Jew - I'm a Pagan person, so that's not really an issue for me.  I just date Pagan people, or at least, Unitarians, which Are Just Find and Dandy with Me! (Unitarian/Universalism is, in fact, a fork off the early Congregational Church.)

    Not having been in a relationship for a long time - Eleven years.  I guess that's me.

    Not being slavishly devoted to money - I've had a lot, I've had a little, Had a lot again, Had little again.  Get the picture?  Money that is had definitely is better than not having it, but if you're not Warren Buffet, it's a bit hard to base a relationship on something you're not able to really hang onto for very long.  I am, however, working to change this around to the plus side, which can only help me in the long run.

    Not having a prestigious white-collar career - Give Me A Break!  Not Me, Not Me, Not Me!

    Not being blissfully happy about everything all the time - I'm sorry, but my unicorn has a broken horn, my white light has to be replaced with a new, higher-intensity LED at the time and the factory's out, and my subscription to WonkaWorld™ Monthly just got swept up into a storm drain during the last thunderstorm.  Other than that, I'm Not Half Bad ;-), and, for me, at this time, is better than a sharp stick in the eye.  (In short, relative to how I view and feel about myself, emotionally...  "I'm Working On It!")

    Not being overtly conformist - I've never been overtly conformist.  Granted, I obey laws, am not likely to protest (at all), abuse any controlled substances (at all, period, nada, ad-infinitum!), drive outside the boundaries of the law (Driving is like, A God, to me!  And one doesn't blaspheme to the God (or Goddess, for that matter! ;->).  I don't seek confrontation.  Introverts don't do that.  Usually.  Unless forced out of necessity to stand up for themselves.  Once.  Loudly.  With emphasis, elocutory (is that a word?) elegance, spunk, and moxie!  Then we shut up, go back to our cave, and meditate on the Weird Science Project we'd been working on before being interrupted by society  And We Like It That Way!  (I really can't say anything more on this one!)
  
 Not being sufficiently extroverted - If I want extrusion, I'll go to an aluminum sheet metal factory.  Oh, I meant extrovursion.  (Another 'word?').  I can speak as a near-expert on this subject.  I like people. Certain kinds of people.  One Defining Characteristic:  They're All Weird, Like Me! :-).

The actual truth of the matter, is that I get along with a lot of people, both extroverts and introverts (like myself, and different).  The only person I really couldn't have a relationship with is one who is exceedingly OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder).  I tried that once, and it was a disaster!

So, what does this end up being for me?

I'm comfortable being a little out of the mainstream.  I haven't been by any sense of needing to be.  Life just ended up that way.  I have learned to accept people who are also different.  Read:  Weird!

The learning disabilities kept me out of the mainstream, and still do, so I had no choice in that matter, or at least, not very much.  Oh, I tried to 'buckle down' and 'do the math,' 'do the English Comp 101,' and 'do the 'right thing,'' but, all-in-all, my brain chemistry's knack for not being able to get past Alegebra I has limited my abilities at 'normal school.'  (That term amuses, as there were, in the early part of the history of the U.S. "Normal Schools."  Makes me wonder what an "Abnormal School" might have been, back in the days? ;->)

Again, what does this end up being for me?

Inventorying 'All of the Above,' and factoring in the immense Relief, Peace, Relative Quiet, Harmony, and the most defining:  The Kindnesses I've Experienced From People Where I Am Now, I just don't have a huge need for Having Someone Always Around And In My Bed At Night (or Day) at this late point in my life.

Let me touch on the Kindnesses of Other People for a moment.

When I moved, I had to find a job.  And a place to stay.  I was able to obtain a two-month "working" residency at a pagan gathering place (it's 180 acres and a 501(c)3 religious organization, a/k/a, "A Church").  I used a gas trimmer to mangle down the long grass on the event grounds, and lived in a small travel trailer on-property for two months.

I had gotten a job delivering pizza for a Pizza Hut restaurant while still at the "Church," and then had to move out.  One of older workers--who was a chum of the manager--took my cat into his home, drilled holes in his walls, and made a makeshift gate out of a plastic folding table to keep my cat sequestered whilst his two children took care of my cat while I was sleeping at a freeway rest area during the night.  (This lasted for a month an a half before I saved up enough money to move out-of-state!)

When I arrived in my current state of residence, I couldn't stay with my sister.  I had to move out of the rented room due to the landlord being a more-than-part-time-drunk, mildly violent idjit-from-hades (with police support on my part, I might add, although it was only one officer, on a Sunday, a friendly sort, and the landlord didn't make a scene.  Libras Don't Like Scenes.  Especially Introverted Ones.  (Is there any other kind? :->)

The point here:  All the people I've met, mostly, have been exceedingly kind to me.  This kindness is what I should've been receiving--and me also contributing--within my marriage relationship.

Just today I had a meeting with my Vocational Rehabilitation (disability/job services) counselor, who drove over fifty miles to meet with me, today.  The truth is that My New Town Is Beautiful, and even VR counselors on loan to a smaller town's VR office, likes to come up to my town for a meeting.  Places In The Heart, especially Land Places, bring out a different kind of attitude in people.

My counselor and I ended up talking under a canopy near the local 'opera house' (literally!), in a quiet spot outside of the local library.  It's the first meeting I've ever had like that, and It Was Marvelous!  Outside, in fresh air, in a very relaxed environment, talking with a person who's helping me find A Real Career for the first time in my life.

When our meeting ended, something occurred that illustrates the reasons that I am Happy To Be Me, Solitary (Although not necessarily, "depressingly alone"), and Glad As Hell That I Moved Here!

Ergo:  As I walked back to my apartment complex, a young librarian--whom I had met months before, and with whom I had been chatting just before my counselor came in the library door-walks out of the post office as I was passing by, ten-month-old-baby-on-arm, actually says "Hello" to me, asks me how my meeting went, and offers to by me a soda at the gas station she's heading to on a break.

No one ever did that for me where I was living before.  Now it happens on a regular basis.

Could following my own lead, enlightening myself by Being True To Myself, Finally!, and not being just-another-sheep-in-the-herd, be, actually, The Freaking Key To My Happiness And Joy, Once And For All?

You Bloody Well Know It, People! :-D

Good things have been happening to me, at Fifty (50)!  More so than at any other time in my life!  Enjoy It Folks!  It only gets better from here! :-D <3

Peace,
Love and Light,
Eternal Joy,
--Stephen

Taking Responsibility: For My Own Healing and Sense Of Self Worth

I am starting a more proactive approach to work, in that I am going to do something, which, for me, is practically unheard of.

Normally, in the back of my mind, I always maintain, by choice, a 'seed of doubt' about my abilities to find and keep the actual type of job I want (within my abilities).

This translates to a personal, internalized, belief structure that ends up as this:

"Ultimately, no matter how much you plan, how hard you work, how intense your desire--anything!--you will, always and forever, never have exactly what you plan for, what you desire, or what you hope for!"

I have identified this annoying aspect of my non-physical, internal thought structure, and have decided it has outlived its "usefulness."

I am about to spiritually dismantle this thought structure, tearing it apart, non-physical molecule by non-physical molecule, if necessary, until what remains is non-physical, mentational, background noise.

I've had enough! I get tired of what I have come to implement as the "Obligatory Self-Bashing," every time I quit, or lose, a job, fail at a college attempt, or have issues with close relationships.

Worrying about what other people think of me is also among those thoughts.

When I was young, my family went camping in Northern Lower Michigan, and the Upper Peninsula of Michigan during the Summer.

During those sojourns, the other children I would, invariably, meet at the campgrounds--mostly state parks, especially Aloha, on Mullet Lake--never judged me, or thought ill of me in any way.

Also with the adults I met.

There was a simplicity among campers, an attitude of congeniality, and helpfulness, that permeated the parks, and that translates into something with which I need to reacquaint myself.

I moved to South Dakota and the Black Hills to de-stress, and to heal.

Captain of my own ship, Doctor of my own Soul.

It is time for the "physician" to heal himself.

---UPDATE---

Thursday, January 28th, 10:30pm
Lead, SD
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Here's what's happening:

I made my appointment at Vocational Rehabilitation, ostensibly to meet with my Western Resources advocate, and my assigned VR counselor for a joint appointment.

Enter the same type of thing that's been occurring in my life since I can remember:  I get an appointment with the promise -in my expectant mind- of engaging conversation and meaningful dialog, words parleyed back and forth among people wanting to see positive change, and those who are actually concerned about my success and well-being.

The Results?

My Western Resources advocate quits her job for another, and the original VR person ends up not being available.

Now...in a nice turn of events, I was able to speak with a very capable, polite, and nice graduate student intern, so it wasn't all bad.  She proved to be able-bodied, experienced enough, and professional, with which I have no problems, and only the highest accolades.

However, that still doesn't remit the flabbergasting, ire-enhancing EVENTS IN TIME-SPACE that seem to follow me everywhere I go!

Ergo, I've experienced this same type of -call it an Event Thread, if you please- at least three times before, so I'm not chalking this up to mere coincidence, but rather, meaningful coincidence -that is to say, Coincidence With A -Perceived- Purpose!

Perception is the key word here.  My Own Perception!

I can no longer put off this laying down of events in space-time to just another coincidence that is believed to have no meaning, no connection, and no importance.

 I Am Not Stupid!
I Am Not Dumb!
I Am Not Without Hindsight!
I Am  Not Without Foresight!
I Am Not Just Seeing Random Stuff!

There is a reason for all these things, going exactly -or nearly exactly- the same way, every time I reach out and engage myself in the same way, every time.

The metaphysical elements are there!

I'm just trying to stay out of the usual pathway, and create a new one, one that will permit me to engage That Which I Desire vs What Everybody Else Expects (of me).

I can not succeed if the same event threads continue to be run.  In short,  I Need New Pathways and Roads On Which To Travel!

I'm tired of old, well-trodden places in the annals of my attempts at Higher Education (when nothing works, no matter how hard I work), Jobs (that don't pay more than ten bucks an hour, part-time), Relationships (with people without the experience or training to comprehend my own inherent interests and that can share meaningful conversation and help me network better.)

I'm tired of all of the old.  I'm FIFTY!  I have a half-century of friggin' life experience.  I can take a laptop computer apart in my sleep, set up a GNU/Linux system on any PC for anyone's use.

I can also spell like a daemon (in the historical sense -and spelling- of the word), and am well-inured to the world of books, literature, and multimedia (which goes hand-in-hand with my computer abilities.

I'm beginning to think that the term learning disabilities is nothing more than an excuse for people who don't really care and don't want to see me succeed!

I know one thing:  I Cant Do This On My Own Anymore!

Ergo:  I Need Some Good, Positive, Love-EnVibed (my own word) Energy...For A Change!  (And To Change!

Let people think what they will of this,  pie in the sky, stupid, what-have-you!

Let Me Be Clear:

1.  I Care What People Think!  Caring people, that is, not the other kind.

2.  I Love Myself, My Life, and Others Around Me!  Especially those who take the time to share theirs!

3.  I Like Being Generous With My Time and Money (When both are available in abundance!  I can't do anything without an abundance of both!)

4.  I Want To Evoke Change!  (Or Invoke It!)  Change Energy comes from both Without *and* Within!

5.  I Am A Spiritual Being!  I am not merely a collection of physical tissues, doing their thing, and not interacting with the non-physical world around me!  I've had too many experiences to not believe otherwise, and that, to me, is something that needs to be enhanced, and not forgotten about.

6.  I'm scientific in my approaches, where applicable, intuitive in just about everything else!  Gravity, the five senses (sixth, if you count intuition and psychic abilities - which I do!), general physics, math, and other analytical tools are great!  (If someone want to teach me some STEM-related abilities, I would be most open to receive Your Gift Of Instruction!)

7.  The same goes for spiritual and metaphysical instruction. (Please, no "born again" anybodies!  I had enough of that in my younger years, and escaped "relatively unscathed!"  I have no plans on going back to a lesser -to me-  level of spiritual awareness and experience.  I'll let you, the reader, surmise what I mean by this.  To me, it's clear, apparent, and transparent as glass!

This is my update.  More later...

-UPDATE- January 17, 2016

I've had my first meeting with Western Resources -a private non-profit that assists disabled individuals- and it went well.

I have an appointment with Vocational Rehabilitation Services (this agency should have similar titles in all states) this coming week.

I'm still unemployed, and I'm starting to feel the crunch.  I'm having to reach out for help, and I'm not comfortable doing this.  I prefer to meet my own financial needs, but am not able to do so completely right now.

There are hotel-casino resorts in the area, and I'm going to see about applying to those, as they have some of the better wages in the area.  I have experience doing the night-audit (financial and reservation tallies for the day's business, typically done on the night shift), as well as hours of food-service related experience.

As much as I don't like commercial kitchens, anymore, I *do* have that experience.  So, I guess one needs to work with what one knows for the nonce, at least, eh?

If I can find something else, I will.  If not, I'll have to get yet another kitchen job.  The prospect annoys me.

More Later...

Feeling A Little Stir Crazy

Spending the time between Yuletide/Christmas and New Year's planning for school and work in the coming season.

Goal: Narrow down a career path.

Goal: Earn enough to purchase a particular motorbike by June, then take a cross country trip to visit relatives and old friends.

Goal: Be Joyous In My Doings.

Goal: Have a business up and running.  It may be an online business with no employees, or a traditional store front with a few employees.

Goal: Do Not Accept So-Called Disability Limitations!!!  NO EXCEPTIONS!!!!!!

I think that's good enough for now.

--More Later
--Stephen A. Brown