So I am having an internal debate about whether to make this blog public. Guess it isn't much of a blog, but rather just a type-written journal if I keep it private. Figure I should take the plunge. Should just put it out there. Move beyond my comfort zone of running my own internal monologue. I apparently find myself utterly fascinating. The true test of courage here will be if I am willing to let others find me - well - fascinating might be a little much. I could aspire to that. For now, I think the goal is just to be willing to let others, to let myself, find me. The rest will work itself out.

My favorite saying as of late has become, "Love my crazy." As in, we are all rather nuts, each in our own way (these days I am feeling more pistachio than almond, trying to avoid the slippery slope to Macadamia). The trick to finding your place in the world is to find the people who "love your crazy." I originally thought this was just a concept to be applied to the prospective lover/life mate/partner in crime/date on national holidays type (and I think it still does) - however now I think the theory can be expanded. Your friends should "love your crazy" too. As for family, well, it helps if they "love your crazy" but it doesn't really matter too much because they are pretty much "stuck with your crazy" - which is apparently what has made all of our childhoods the fertile flower bed of eccentricity. After all, how can you avoid being just a bit odd when you are the produce of lunatic farmers? It all makes sense now doesn't it?

The corollary to "Love my crazy" is "Love my boring." If someone loves you at your most crazy and also at your most boring, they are a keeper. A kindred soul. A currency so precious, whose value is only fully realized by you. Realize it, live it, love it - spend the rest of your life doing all you can to hold on to such extraordinary individuals. The trick is in recognizing them in time before chance happens to drift them out of your life while you turned away for just a second to catch your breath.

Okay, florid prose of pseudo-deepness has come to an end for the evening. It has been a long day - hours and hours of angsting about my life sucking job. I overstate my own case. More will be forthcoming to be sure. For now, I am too tired to complain (who knew it was possible).

Toddling off to bed.

(but only after I IPO my blog. Yes, it is time to meet the world)