Bipolar

Seriously.  No way I can be this bonkers for too much longer.  But it seems like I am better than worse the majority of the time.  It's just that simple.  Right now, I am just plain good.  It's nice to be feeling healthy.  It's exciting to know that I am excelling at my job and also exploring my other opportunities.  I have been writing again and love playing with words.  I have a goal.  I want to publish something.  Doesn't need to be ground breaking.  Doesn't need to make me rich.  I just want to prove I can do it.  I know I have the talent.  I am just searching for my muse.  Search search search.  I might need to take a week in the mountains.  The solitude would do me good.  And if I can leave my cell phone and computer at home, all the better.  I had a thought today about turning everything off just for a few days.  I would need to remove myself from work but it would be so interesting to try.  People are so tethered to their devices.  I mean, even my ex who went to the other side of the world to a borderline 3rd world country, has a cell phone and can get online and use skype to call anyone at any time.  I could call her cell at any time.  The world has become some overwhelming tangled mess of wires and wireless connections.  All the while I write this on a laptop, to be posted on the the internet.  I would love to find someone to just disappear with for a few weeks.  Go to Burma, or Argentina, or Belize and just enjoy life as a simple privilege and pleasure.  Eating simple meals, hiking the forests, swimming in the ocean, the streams, and feeling life feed up through my legs like roots gaining sustenance from a fertile soil.  In fact, I will do this.  Give myself a brief glimpse into Thoreau's tenure at Walden Pond.