Rome Won't Be Built in a Day, But it's Sure as Hell Starting

I've been feeling restless.

But I know I'm on the right track.

I've gone for many walks around my neighborhood; it's beautiful. There's nothing not beautiful about this area. It's a reminder of how well I've been doing. Everything has a familiar/new vibe. Vibes I've previously encountered in my own head, now outside my body. Nothing I see or touch looks like my old grim ideas of reality, every breath and step I take is alighted with a certain magic.



Each day I'm amazed by all the great people I see walking into my life. They come from everywhere and nowhere. They are diverse and interesting, talented and intelligent. I have amazing friends, amazing family and amazing acquaintances. This is one of the things I'd been picturing, but I know there's still more to come. I'll need a small army to help me bring my dreams into reality. That's what I'm getting.

I've met a man I have suspicions about. He says he wrote a song based on the same concept of snow I claim to be the inspiration for Project Snowglobe. I listened to it, it's fairly good. I plan to further stalk him and determine whether or not he is mentally disturbed enough to be a part of this crazy train.

The only thing that's yet to materialize is a job; I'm slowly starting to realize that this might be because it's not a compatible aspect of my reality. I've been picturing an amazing job that fills me with absolute joy, but I've been having difficulty reconstructing my beliefs to allow that into my reality. And just recently I've realized that maybe a 9-5 doesn't fit into my newly formed world. There are a thousand other options. We'll see where I take myself.