Balls

It's just been a trip of a week (for lack of a better word.) Today I'm sitting here at my computer in the cabin and I'm going to give myself some props. In the days, weeks and months leading up to my moving to West Virginia I was deeply afraid and frightened to make this move. I had tried this little experiment twice in the past and failed. Only time will tell if I will be able to make it stick this time around. I am truly living one day at a time. Although I have many challenges ahead of me I'm going to give myself a pat on the back today for at least giving this whole "move up to a tiny cabin on an 80 acre farm and live" thing another try. It seems the older one gets the less risks one takes. I'm proud of myself for taking this risk, for weighing the pros and cons, making a decision and jumping in head first. I don't know what the future holds. I guess no one really does. Like I've written about previously I got here one day and started work the next. I haven't worked for someone else in so many years I can hardly remember. I think it was six years ago when I first moved back to SC to recover from alcoholism and drug addiction. It's not easy (especially with the intense micro-managing that goes on at my current workplace) but I am reminding myself that my current position is only the first step in a much longer journey, it's a stepping stone, not the final destination.

I had yesterday off of work and I used part of the day to do some scouting for a site for a future restaurant. I found 2 old houses right off the interstate and right at the entrance to Winterplace Ski Resort that would work. I also found a little BBQ stand in that same area. I'm going to find out more information about it tomorrow. It looks like a turn-key operation. It has all the equipment and everything already set up. If I can somehow find some money to buy it I may decide to go "all in" in regards to pursuing my dream. I'll just have to wait and see what the terms are. I REALLY like working for myself and it might be a great opportunity to begin cooking for people and getting my name out there and getting people to taste my food.

I got Internet and digital phone hooked up in my cabin this morning and it made me very happy. At night I've been coming home from work and I'm all alone. There's been no TV, no Internet, no nothing, just the wilderness and the great yawning void. I dig it but I also like modern technology and being to easily stay in touch with people. I've been listening to NPR programs a lot on a little radio and (when I can get a good signal on my cell phone) talking to an old friend from my Santa Fe days, my Dakota, my Native American woman of the vast Mid-western plains. She has kept me company on lonely nights and calls me at night and in the morning to check in on me. It's very sweet and I appreciate it.

Well, off to work now!