You smile back. Show gratitude, enjoy it and study why you’re smiling. And, maybe why this was selected to occur now. Do I believe in coincidence? Yes, I think… Do I believe in something beyond all this planning events, or putting me in front of people at a certain time so they can say things…
Getting ready for class now.
AWARE. Mind moving. Addicted to its movement. Not allowing it to stop. I’m music, I’m free— Rewritten in conceptual and actual Identity.
Finding More…
Meeting done with VP. Ready for class… notes prepped. New notes and thoughts, every class. Going into class there is no one same template sense, I remind myself. Today, not thinking. Not really “teaching”, as it were. But, emphasizing Mindful practice… where you are and what you’re doing. 08:32 Message the Nurse. Now I am…
After Ops meeting, I’m even more intent on getting this writer more organized. Simplified.
No run at lunch. Going forward, workouts are either before or after “shift”. Messaged Nurse…. She’s busy at work. Crazy commute for her as well, taking her nearly an hour to reach NB. Said there was a police chase that ended in a crash, and the suspect stabbed a dog…? AND, the perp is now…
4-7-26
Commute, 2hrs. Just about. In office now, about to head to Ops meeting. The entire drive, vowing to stop overthinking and overcomplicating… Coffee. Walking to the other building in a bit. Driving through Napa has me in a wine business. No moves made obviously, since I’m not letting myself take on anything new. Just making…
My daughter….
Her own story. My favorite for sure, don’t tell her brothers…
Mt. Bachelor pic, from last summer I think, or the one before.
More I look through these still shots of my kids, or really anything, the older I feel. Not really in a bad way— or maybe a little, I don’t know it just makes me feel something. Recognizing life and its brevity, fragility. Meditative. Taking my time in this quiet office. No music. About to pick…
JOURNAL LOFT ZEN, a class on writing and YOU…
April 6th, 2026 – EXERCISE/PROMPT Start by writing. Don’t care about what. Meaning, concern yourself with the act, rather than the actual, the actual words that find the page. Give yourself five minutes… What did you put to page? What does it suggest about you, what you want? The journal is a place to study…
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4-6-26 The week starts. Meditating, sending notes to Field Sales Market Managers in SoCal, then Dallas. Invites going out later this morning. Reservations about one of my projects, trying to talk myself out of a defeatist thought rope. So far not working, but I’ll figure it out. Waking up, right before 5, and the journaling…
Time, just moves…
Be present. For everything. Your kids, will remind you.
Easter. Nurse and I, ‘in the kitchen’, as it were. A new sort of feel. Or, not so new. As she and I are used to this feeling, and expect it.
Reggae, breeze from outside, weather flawless. The happiness and gratitude, humility, STRENGTH, is overtaking me, over and over. 5 miles yesterday. Heading out in this ideal temp later, probably around 11. Photog, re-emphasized. Documenting everything, including this… Nurse and I in our vibe at the kitchen table where we’ve had so many talks and laughs,…
On the floor writing while the Nurse readies for a night at one of our spots, with two of her nurse friends, ML & NS.
Easy day, not too many demands from the sales world, sales life, notes or to-do’s for next week. How did I find myself here? Well, I know. And by here I mean at Sonic. I’d always wanted to come back… why did I leave.. the thoughts get tangled and I know there’s not really any…
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