First Blog post

Hmmm. I had a successful day today. No small thing.

You see, I'm still waiting for the morning I wake up to find that I'm actually an adult. Smart enough to know what to do and the discipline to do it. Meanwhile, I struggle to meet my own expectations (while aren't unreasonable). Day after day, I fall short.

So, while I didn't get up as early as I had planned, I did go for a run. Short, but I got out the door. Then I went to my office earlier than usual so I could take a timed SAT test -- the new, longer format, which took me about three and a half hours. This was needed to give me insight into the test so I can continue shaping a syllabus for an SAT preparation class. The plan is to finish the syllabus and schedule so I can make up flyers to deliver to the area schools next week.

BTW, my blog title comes from the title of a memoir I've written. After my marriage at the much-too-young age of sixteen, I was dragged into the alien world of alcoholism and abuse. Four years and two children later, I felt helplessly trapped in a broken down trailer parked in a cow pasture. It was then that I began to have a recurring daydream in which I went mad and ran wildly down the road, shedding my clothes along the way. Far in the distance, I could barely make out the hazy images of men in white coats who took me away to some unknown place. The impression was that once there, I would be cared for. Progress toward getting this book into print will be posted here.