The price of sanity.

"Optimism is true moral courage." -- Ernest Shackleton


Well, most of y'all know the news by now. I am appealing my Peace Corps rejection -- based, apparently, on a long-ago incident in my battle with depression. (I try not to blame myself for telling the truth on my initial application.)

I'm light-years from where I was eight years ago, and I'm convinced I'll never go to such a dark place again. I know, now, how to veer off the path long before hitting that dead-end.

But hard to convince strangers of that, when I'm just a faceless name on a piece of paper, 1,500 miles away.

Tomorrow I have an appointment for a comprehensive psychological evaluation. If that doesn't prove my sanity, nothing will. And the price of proving it? The low, low one-time payment of $648.

I get one chance at an appeal. It may not be possible to get past the bureaucracy, but I intend to see this all the way through, know I've done everything I could. Turns out I really am committed to this. (Insert joke here).



Inspiration of the day:

“Don’t fuck with me, fellas — this ain’t my first time at the rodeo.”
— Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford in "Mommie Dearest"

“You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your own wings on the way down.”
— Ray Bradbury (via Miz K)



Anthems of the day:

I Won’t Back Down / Tom Petty (actually, while I'm loving the sentiment, I hate the song)

I Do Not Want What I Have Not Got / Sinead O'Connor (beautiful message, beautiful song)