Today I finally took my son’s and my friends’ advice and created my very own blog. I have always enjoyed writing but got away from it for a while, distracted by other not so positive or rewarding distractions. I have been fortunate that I haven’t had a major fly-me-to-the-moon manic episode in a while, but I do miss the very early stages of one; the rush of ideas, Technicolor in their brilliance, sharp as an ice pick in their intensity. The absolute certainty that I was an extremely vivacious genius who was going to save the world – right after I organize my closet by color, texture and/or season. The flood of ideas soon turns into a tsunami of incomplete thoughts, slamming into each other, crashing to the front of my mind, yelling and screaming to be heard above the din of the other dying thoughts. This is the part where I always wish there was an “off” switch. “OK – I’ve enjoyed the ride thus far, but I’d like to get off before we get to The Land of Holy Crap We’ve Gone Too Far. Unfortunately, there is no off switch, unless you count walking into a mental health facility and/or having your family take you there. But, as I get older I believe that the early stages of brilliance are within me and aren’t only accessible through a manic episode. So, I’m turning on the faucet and letting some of my thoughts come out slowly, in the hopes that I will be able to access the brilliance without the ride on the freight train of Mania. If you’ve read this far, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are now my friend. I know this will be an interesting journey into my inner thoughts and hopefully we will laugh along the way, knowing that in retrospect, even the most insane events in my life have an element of humor.
Until next time!