God's Plan:

It's His plan not mine. Yet I feel a constant need to fret and deliver suggestions to His plan. I seem to have a better methodology for divining a plan as I spend hours, days, and longer having conversations, thoughts, and even list development on the plan for my life. It is amazing to me that I continually develop plans for my life as if my decision making is the reason for my success; and I am proven wrong time and tome again. I never seem to have what I want to happen, but what needs to happen occur. It's almost as if I am a child who is about to go to a surprise with my Father and I am anxious worried, and constantly trying to figure it out what the surprise is. I run through all the possibilities about what the surprise is where it will take me or simply the way it will effect me and my feelings. Every time I have a surprise coming it always seems to work out better, not always more enjoyable, then what I have concocted in my head, or spent hours, days and longer fretting over.

God's Plan is His plan for me, it is not predetermined, but laid out for me to follow. I can choose to hold the Father's hand and go with him in trust or design my own way to follow his plan. The way I choose to follow His plan is for me to decide but His way always seems to be better than anything I could imagine or worry about.

Until Later-

Scott

Being Retired is Tiring

I have never been busier than since I have been Retired and not working a normal job. Don't get me wrong running a business is a job, but I allow an employee to do a majority of the work. I have gotten a lot of remodeling done and several other fix it/get to it finally kind of tasks. This has really reminded me that we as people are BUSY. Why are we so busy---We make ourselves busy; not productive, purposeful, focused, or intentional. We are just busy. What does that do for us other than find the very end of the internet while we are at work, or spend hours watching kitty cats make cute videos or some moron bust his face on a stunt. Okay, watching the morons is hard to say no to; but still we literally have all these things going on in our lives, yet we complain we don't have time to do what we really need to. Or better yet our need to list is on the list we are making for things to do.

I am as guilty as everyone else, but I believe I have had a very minute bit of insight.

Life is short, so live it with purpose. If you aren't sure what you are doing than you need to do something else. An example write a blog that no one reads and is much like a Doogie Howser episode ender; it's working for me.

Living life as best I can(most days)

-Scott

You might be Bipolar if...(1 of 1)

You might be Bipolar if....

You decide to take a day to yourself and find yourself halfway into an unscheduled remodeling project and think  "When will I ever get a day to just relax?"

         Today was my day to stop and relax from job hunting and an ongoing remodel of my master bath and newly built walk in closet. I had a list of simple tasks and was feeling a little off because I just didn't have enough to do, to prove my worth for the day. So,  I just happen to have some 2 X 4's laying around so I demolished our staircase banister and decide to build a wall so we can mount our TV. Simple enough...the rush was a good one; I was productive I was channeling some unknown carpentry master. Then after a job well done, as verified by Katie, I crashed and have little motivation to do much of anything. The very thought of getting out of bed tomorrow is dreadful, yet I am afraid to go to bed because I can accomplish so much! Not so much...

There will be more "You might be Bipolar if..." each day so keep your eyes peeled and start folllowing along to better understand the unbalanced mind of a successful masquerader of health. I went 14 years without getting help or even realizing I had a problem; now its time to catch up and educate at the same time.

Until later-

Scott

Welcome

Today is the first day in the adventures in the Last Frontier!

This is a blog that covers the life and times of a man learning to live with Bipolar Disorder II in Alaska. It's funny most crazy people come to Alaska; I came to Alaska and went crazy.

I have learned a fair amount about my disorder and will share what I have learned as the days go by as well as share the experiences of my wife, Katie, and my two boys: Scott, age 5, and Shawn, age 4.

It should be interesting to follow as I do a lot of research and I find the balance that all people seek, especially those who have Bipolar II disorder.

Until later-

Scott