from that note

I've recently re-experimented with the idea of fate (a Plan); I've just let things sort of happen. Today it struck me that all this letting myself drift hasn't been disastrous, but I think I may have lost my drive--which I've come to believe is quite important. So, back to the belief that "God helps those who help themselves", even if God (whatever it may be) doesn't exist.
I feel it's time to let go of fears (mostly irrational) and forge the life I'm quite certain I want (making on-the-fly alterations, of course). e.g. let go of fear that in trying to forge a path, I will just be shooting myself in the foot--at best. (i.e. foolishly fighting fate)

As a starting vision, I aim to be an athletic hippie who can be a great businessman and/or community-leader while living in a treehouse. Also, I hope/plan to make New England work for me, not fall back to Colorado.

carpe vita!

Love,
gM