Getting my day started when I have no where to be

WHY is it that whenever I have a day off, I seem to sleep in hella late and then wind up accomplishing very little? It seems like the day flies by and what have I done? The dishes. Cleaned the cat box. Took out the trash. Planned a dinner. Hopefully remembered to eat something. (a must when you have type 2 diabetes).
I wake up. I test my blood sugar and take my levothyroxine. I have some coffee. I smoke a cig (I know, I KNOW, I need to quit asap). I check my email. I play my games on my phone so I don't lose the daily bonuses. I play my Publishers Clearing House contests. Make and eat some breakfast and take the rest of my meds. These are my daily, whether I work or not. Work days, I then start getting ready for work. Off days... I clean up after messes left from work days that I was too tired to do or couldn't do because I was at work. I get on Pinterest and pin ideas (what I need to do is actually follow through and read all these articles, jeez..) I make a grocery list and wonder how the hell I'm going to afford all this after paying bills. I cuddle the kitty. I play with the kitty. I think about where to start in getting my room organized. If I have money, I do laundry. I have no money today. Dirty clothes for work tomorrow, woo. Thank god I have a bazillion pairs of underwear, lol. So those will be clean. I ramble incoherently in my journal. ;)
WHY do I have so much trouble motivating myself?

Everything happens for a reason.

I had a nice chat with Makana yesterday about things happening when they're supposed to, things falling into place, everything happening for a reason, like the universe telling you you've chosen the right path. For me and the RV life plan, it was feeling a sense of inner calm. That and Katie saying she would sell me her RV for 5k. It was like whoa, pieces falling into place. I'm on the right path, at last.

Adventures?

So Chloe said that I need to have at least one day a week where I get out from behind my computer and go on an adventure, to inspire me to have things to write about. She's not wrong, to be honest. But what kind of adventures? Money is tight, and I have no working vehicle, so they can't be extravagant. I need ideas. Explore somewhere in Portland that I haven't been before? Heh, that might be hard to find. Volunteer somewhere? Ooh, maybe with the Bernie Sanders campaign! Or a homeless shelter. Maybe Q Center? Hmm. I will have to think on this some more. But I agree with Chloe. This needs to happen.

Whoa.

Just read back through a lot of my old Livejournal posts. ( https://foolishgirl5239.livejournal.com )
I used to write quite a bit. (although you can't see the posts unless I accept your friend request, I think)

What really got me though were the posts about Shane from Seattle. Shane died the day before my birthday this year. I haven't really talked about it much, I haven't journaled about it at all. We still weren't speaking at the time. His mom Cynthia messaged me to tell me, in the evening of Feb 12th. I was at work. I lost it. She added me as a friend on Facebook shortly after. She said, "He never had another girlfriend after you, so I thought you would want to know." I guess I always thought that Shane and I would find each other again someday. Now there is no more someday. He died of a heart attack. His aorta dissected. He was such a brilliant mind, I think my sadness is as much for the brilliant mind that the world lost as it is for my own loss. I had to call and tell KC. They were best friends, for awhile, after all. I felt he needed to know. It was a difficult conversation. I haven't heard from him since. Maybe I should call and check up on him. Shane was cremated, his ashes dispersed amongst his family members. I wish we had at least been speaking again before he died. But I had a dream of him shortly after, in the dream he was off to the side of my vision, slowly shaking his head. Then he looked at me and his eyes shown with love. I wish I could remember more. But I feel like he forgave me for our unfriendly ending. I hope that's true. Chloe had a dream a few days later that Shane was terrorizing her. Not sure what to make of that. 

This whole RV plan.. I think Shane would have been totally down to go. Now, I forge ahead alone.

Well that was sooner than expected...

My friend Katie, who I've known since my early teens, says she has an older RV she can sell me. Granted I will have to take some time saving up for it, but I kinda freaked. Like, this can happen! I just have stuff to do first. I have to go through my storage until and find stuff to donate and to sell. Find anything Annie or my mom wants to keep. I should start selling my Buffy collectibles on Ebay. And other collectibles that I acquired during my years at Spencer Gifts. I'll keep a few small items, of course. The storage unit needs to go. Maybe I should start by paring down items I have in the apartment, so if there are things in the storage unit that I absolutely MUST keep (camping and river gear, for example), I can store them here. Family heirlooms to Annie and my mom.
I have journals dating back to when I was eight, because I fully expected to end up famous, and I wanted my biographer to have plenty to work with, lol. Silly, I guess. I should be my own biographer.
I found out today that there may be a way to keep the Magnum, and Chloe wants to fix it. I called the DMV and they said I need to go into a branch and pick up a posessorary (sp?) lien packet so that I can get the title. HELLS yes. Chloe can have the damn car, I don't care. I want an RV and a moped that I can hang on the back.
My mom sent me an email that she got about a travel writer's course I can take. OMG THIS IS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN.
This journal is, of course, to get me back into the hang of writing again. I used to write in my Livejournal every day back when I was married, and shortly after Q and I split up. Oh hey, maybe I should get divorced too. I don't know. I need to go talk to Q about it again. I do need a working vehicle to get to Eugene to do that.
March 23rd will mark my one year anniversary at Fred Meyer. I have 260 hours to go until I get bumped up to $15 an hour. I NEED to get signed up for health insurance before my mammogram in April. Erg. I hate that I got kicked off OHP. The insurance through work SUCKS. WE NEED MEDICARE FOR ALL ASAP!!!! VOTE BERNIE!!!
April 5th will mark one year since the accident with the Magnum. April 8th I am going to go apply for Lyft's rental program again, and drive when I'm not working at Freddy's. If it goes well, maybe I can cut back my hours at Freddy's and drive more. All I need is the $250 deposit, which I am hoping Colen will spot me, as I have kept my promise and waited a minimum of 1 year to ask him for money. (Well, as of March 19th). My mom thinks he might support the plan if it means me becoming financially independent. Jacob makes $800-1000 a week with Lyft. Of course, he does it full time. So I figure I will set my Lyft direct deposit to my Chime card, which has a savings account set up on it (I set that up a few months ago), so that I can transfer some of my earnings into it to save up for the RV.
I wonder if Lyft offers medical insurance?

Ok, so: Declutter. Set up Ebay sellers account and sell stuff. Get title for Magnum. Lots of journaling. Sign up with Lyft. Work work work make that money. Continue to research work from home/on the road jobs. Set up website on Wordpress. Set up affiliate marketing plan, and passive income plan. Buy Katie's RV. Buy a moped. Learn to ride a moped, lol. Maybe get divorced, and go back to just Kate Garoutte, drop the Smith? Change Katherine to Kate, as my mom had originally wanted it? Maybe.
And. Volunteer with the Bernie Sanders campaign. If Bernie becomes president and gets Medicare for All enacted, then I won't have to worry about my health while on the road so much.
I have so much to do. THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN.

The rest of my life...

Today, I realized what I have always wanted to do with my life. Lately (ok, for several years) I've just been surviving.. no goals beyond keeping a roof over my head, steady employment, health... but it's not enough. It's never been enough. Since I was 11, I have wanted to travel the country in an RV. Today I decided it's not just a dream, but a goal. I want to write. I want to travel. I will make this happen. Step one, start saving. Step two, declutter my life. That's going to be the hardest part, I think. I have held on to so many things for so long, thinking one day I would settle down, have a house, store everything in an attic or basement for my nieces or grandnieces to discover... but maybe I can donate some things, for someone else to discover, I don't know. And I need to start writing again. Wish me luck.
Restarting my blog here is one step. It's time to be a grown up. What does that even mean?

The Bad Witch

Ok, so here's the thing. I'm a bad witch. Not bad as in evil, I'm a good witch in that regard. I'm just bad at being a witch.
I hate rituals. I don't really celebrate the seasons. (Well except that I love summertime).
I don't believe in magic. Ok, ok...let me explain. I believe in "magic" insofar as I believe that magic is simply unexplained science. I pin spells on pinterest. I read witchcraft books. I believe in the power of the mind. "Willing" something to be, the power of positive thinking, all that jazz. But. I believe there is a scientific explanation for everything.
I never really thought that's who I was. I *wanted* to believe in the magic of fairy tales. All my life. I practically lived in the occult section of the library in elementary, middle, and high school. Even into adulthood. My favorite tv shows and movies have always been supernatural in nature.
I'm a skeptical believer, if that makes any sense. I'm Mulder and Scully rolled into one.

My Mom

Most people love their mom. Not everyone knows who their mom really is. My journey began when I hit puberty. When I was twelve, there was this moment...this...point in time where I began to see my mom as a person, and not just as my mom. I won't go into details, but it involved a leotard. She will know what I mean. I suppose at the time it was a bad thing, because it made my teen years for her very difficult, like, ha ha, I know you're just a person like me. But in the long run, I think the end result has been a benefit to us both. My siblings will never understand the deep unabiding respect that I have for my mother, because I don't think they ever had that moment.
In my teens I read young adult stories about girls who time traveled back and met their moms as teens, and I wondered what that would be like, so I tried to learn as much as I could about what my mom was like as a teenager. We were pretty different. She was intellectual and athletic (gymnast, first female deckhand in Winchester Bay, read authors for enjoyment that I only knew as forced reading in my advanced English classes in high school), I was more creative and social. I don't know if we would have been friends if we were the same age at the same time.  I think she would have intimidated me. Or maybe that's just me knowing now what an amazing person she is, I don't know.
When I was 26, I got married. Eloped in my living room, actually. It killed me that my mom wasn't there, but it was this spontaneous...thing...Needless to say, when she found out, her hurt was palatable. She tried to accept my husband, but he was not exactly helpful in that regard. We were married for ten years. During that time, she was our roommate for awhile, in a seven bedroom house we dubbed "The Manor". It was a huge house in NE Portland built in 1920. She butted heads with our younger roommates because they had a complete lack of respect for her. I was the bad guy because in most situations, I sided with my mom. Because, well, she was usually right. My ex-husband once accused me, "your mom can do no wrong in your eyes". Well, for the most part yes, because you guys were just...wrong. They didn't understand.
After that she lived with her younger sister, then with my younger sister. My sister was always trying to convince me that mom was going senile. But every time I talked to my mom, she seemed completely normal to me. After my marriage ended, I wound up living with my mom and my sister for a time, at my sisters house, with her, her husband, and two daughters, my nieces. any doubts I had about my mom vanished. My mom and my sister butted heads, sure, but my mom was not senile.
>>TO BE CONTINUED<<

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Road block

Well, it looks like I can't escape the expense and jumping through hoops of getting my Oregon drivers license back. It turns out Washington DMV computers do talk to Oregon ones, after all. At least in Vancouver. They didn't seem to in Seattle.
So what do I have to do? Pay off a speeding ticket in Multnomah county, which turns out only has $6.90 remaining. Cool, I'll do that Monday, np. But it only gets worse. I have to pay over $250 to the city of Sandy for not slowing down for an obscured speed limit sign because I couldn't get up there for court to fight it. Then I have to file an SR-22. No problem, if I had a car. But they want ALMOST as much money for a "non-owner" insurance policy as they would if they were insuring a car. $550 for a 6 month premium, $120 minimum down payment. SO, might as well wait to get my license back until I actually have a car to insure. Then after that, a $75 reinstatement fee. So $450.80 (and $92.70 a month after that for the insurance-which I HAVE to have for at least a year or my license gets suspended again, actually a little more than that if I'm getting a car to insure first) AND whatever it will cost to buy a car before I can be a legal driver again. FML. So much for the idea of getting a car first, then moving out of my sister's garage.
I hate not driving. I feel like less of a person. I know that's stupid. Doesn't make it less true. But it's my own damn fault.
I prayed for a car, promising the universe that I wouldn't let it keep me from walking a lot and getting exercise. I tried to keep my promise when I got my Honda. At least at first. Ultimately I failed, and bye bye car, cosmically, and literally, speaking.
It's like when I quit smoking for 4 months. I prepared myself for a month, saying goodbye to tobacco with each cigarette. Prayed that it wouldn't be awful. Prayed I could do it. Just let this be easy, and I'm done forever. When quit day came, I almost didn't even WANT that last cigarette. And after that? Not bad. Jolly Rancher watermelon candies were very helpful the first week or two, but I didn't even need them after that. 4 MONTHS without a cigarette. Then I lost my job. Picked up a cig, and gave up because of it. The next time I tried to quit, the following year, it was horrible. I couldn't even make it through a day. I tried for a week before I gave up again completely. I joked that the universe took away my "get out of smoking free" card because I screwed up. Lesson? Don't make promises to the cosmos that you can't keep.
Real moral? Learn to forgive yourself if you screw up. Don't let it stop you from succeeding. Now if I could just follow my own advice.