I’m tired of feeling out-of-control. In the past two years, I’ve moved from town to the lake, from the lake to the Bay Area, and back to the lake again. There is too much stuff crammed into my tiny lakeside apartment, and I feel like I’m buried under it. Add to that the stress of a divorce, the stress of being jobless, the stress of trying hopelessly to find work in a county with too few jobs, the stress of being financially dependent on others, and my frustration levels are about to hit the moon. I feel helpless to get my life under control.

But I have to try.

Everyone keeps telling me to take it a day at a time, and though that never seems fast enough, I really have no choice. Depending on God is the only thing I can do, as He shows me which step to take next. So I guess that’s what this weblog is about: Me, trying to find peace for myself in my surroundings, one step at a time.

On that note, let’s start with a list. Some conquerable goals:

• Clean and organize my bookcase.
• Get rid of my anime and manga collectibles.
• Prune my wardrobe.
• Purge the apartment of clutter.

I think if I manage those things, I’ll be able to keep house much more effectively on a day-to-day basis. This is crucial, because there’s nothing that halts my writing productivity more than a messy house. I wish I’d realized that a long time ago.