Exponential. See and feel, all REAL—
13:12 Managed to write 6.3-ish miles. Shower after and lunch for kids, now we count down till Henry’s T-ball entraînement. Practice… Laughing to myself about earlier, when Nurse said something funny in the Oliver’s cafe and a guy overheard, then walking past us saying “Sounds like true love to me…” We laughed, Nurse a little…
Pages at my fucking homework. Again.
Kids up, coffee earlier. What else did I note… UGH. Writing in the notepad app, to “TextEdit”, then will xfer afterward. Running when it gets warmer, made coffee. Laundry in first, promise to Nurse. She on the Road back to VV… writing schedule to finish book somehow by 3/31…. Emma and Henry going at it,…
Your SELF…
Take care of it… pause, reflect… be kind to SELF— Ignore those voices The injectors, Antithetical to your aims, the peace you seek. Stress doesn’t deserve a set.
3-14-26
Pie Day. Home with kids. No time to write, especially at this time of day. 11:33 Getting Henry in a bit. Motion in all directions, but somehow I decide to STOP letting the motion dictate mine. Later, to park. The day, weather, perfect. Sonoma County, embodied and personified. Deciding everything is for ME, this Story,…
14:33, class over. Best class I’ve had since coming back home to Sonic, possibly.
Readying for Road. What do I need? Both laptops, yeah probably. Taking a second, looking over notes I took while on screen with D & R (whole names never used on this blog, obviously). Replaying my speech yesterday, and how I stopped right at 3min, and no ‘ums’ or ‘likes’, or disruptions of speech. Not…
Deciding that….
You’re done listening to that voice. Whichever one keeps you small. That’s me, now, and lately. The latte tasting better this morning, this music sounds more, I don’t know, rich, or something. Time though, just passing. Our cat, Portobello, behind me speaking not sure what he wants and I’m not letting it sever any composition…
Letting the Story come to me. Forcing nothing. No reactions, no conversation, results, none of it.
Day is meal-planned, something I’ve tried before but was anything but consistent. Running at lunch, no fail…. Gear out, shoes ready. Five miles, more than enough time. Today, it’s like I’m deciding to throw out all the furniture and just write on the floor, legs crossed. Class in 1hr, 14min till class. Should go till…
Back from lunch a bit ago and readying for the speech I’m giving. Three points addressed:
ME… Advice: Stop second-guessing Self. Just fucking STOP. Decided to STOP. This is what carved the Composition and Road of pragmatic positivity…. Practiced Authenticity. Being Authentic, more than just a descriptor, or some tag, bumper sticker… but a new perception and mode of translating all around you. This is what I’m DECIDING to do,…
Still feeling off and trying to right my attitude and sight, emotions, all of it… so, I tell myself to follow my own advice and decide to STOP.
Stop pushing. Stop narrating the bad. Stop acting like the entire universe has conspired to make today feel crooked and sharp, rusted. Just. Fucking. STOP. ….. I sit down with the journal, the same one that has heard all my declarations and equally dramatic complaints. It doesn’t judge. Paper never does. It waits, patient as…
The wine Story, working on that later. Post to blog, and other content… returning to what I started, when I started blogging.
The literary approach to wine, its voice and character, Stories, anything connected to voice and language, its poetics. 10:05, in office, a little frazzled and tired. Didn’t sleep well. Am I running today, no idea. Ugh… and, forgot my lunch at home. My own shop, this idea, here in the Sonic building…. Consumer Sales Training…
In office. About 4 minutes to write, here. All engine today, no pause or stall or lull, in anything.
Coffee made at home, saving about $15, rounding up. All put toward business, the #professormikey story. Calm and growth and lesson in all pieces of this Story… Act Ado from GRATITUDE. Written/spoken into phone, among other ideas, and of course texts to the Nurse. Not a fling of fear anywhere in my atmosphere. Coffee in…
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