I had a dream . . .

. . . and it wasn't the MLK kind.  Maybe it's a result of all my recent school-related stress, but I had a dream last night about the people with whom I went to high school.  I did not have many friends in school, and the ones I had were not of the "popular" type.  The dream dredged up a lot of old, bad feelings, and my inner thoughts keep trying to beat me down.

Mud on my shoes . . .

So, I do get pretty bitchy and cynical when I get pissed, especially when there's nowhere to direct the anger. A little wallowing is a good thing.  Better than corking it up.  Just noticed I start a lot of sentences with "so".  But that's okay, just another part of me.

Another reason I started writing this blog

Well, hello there, folks!  I'm The Lylibean and I'd like to welcome you to The Five Year Plan.  Notice that I have used "The" in my title (with capitals, so you know it's very important!).  Because there is only one Lylibean.  And for Goodness' sake, thank you for that.

I have decided to record my next five years' journey