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…
There’s a quiet misunderstanding about growth.
We think it arrives as a surge— a breakthrough, sudden “clarity”, a new version of ourselves stepping forward fully formed. But most days don’t work like that. Most days are built in smaller rooms. A thought you interrupt. A reaction you soften. A moment you don’t chase. That’s the work. Self-care isn’t escape—it’s refinement. Mental…
10:00
Handling shit, like the Nurse says. Today getting up, seeing the Story with a sharp and almost stinging clarity. Finances hit first, handling shit like the Nurse says. She downstairs handling more projects. Need to mail something, I remind myself. Prepping more notes for students next week. Sales, and Sales Training, distilled to self-exploration, and…
When you notice yourself thinking in certain low, and more sluggish trains.
What do you do, if you want to stop? Easy, just that. Decide to STOP. Exercising patience, writing more poetic form. Not needing or imposing on self the needle of conventional prose. Writing the Nurse…. Again. Yes, and more after these words, lines, whatever form the form— Sent her some verse. Can’t stop thinking of…
Write your Peace…
On all days, all pages. 🖊️☮️📓
Getting the ASBC project off the ground. Call earlier, now just have to make some small business contacts. Rewriting the day’s agenda, in a second.
No run today, again. Too much to do… One project, then another. No more new ones, I swear…. Like my head is spinning and the mind is desperate to escape itself. Was talking with a guy from another department, Logistics I think, in the break room a minute ago, telling me he’s rowing during the…
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Back from 5 mile run. Trying to cool down before 13:00 meeting. Sipping water from the Stanley the Nurse bought me years ago. Strong, I felt on the run. Fearless…. And with a more electric and applied confidence. The Nurse and I go back and forth with the idea, that feeling this much love and…
Change in the company, and there is a new Story for me…. Coffee, sound of an airplane over our Vacaville home.
Caring for SELF, in a new way. Email account having issues, and I’m refusing to let it do anything to my mood. Coffee…. The book. Work tomorrow, in the office, build more of the Story of a Consumer Sales Trainer. The notes and lessons, how it extends out of the role itself— Nothing to write…
The idea for one more blog, avowed the last I will ever start, in motion. Documentarian approach to not just writing, but life. The SELF-Care theses and mind, study.
…….. And, NO OVERTHOUGHT. That’s the root of many problems and stresses… the rest of my life, SELF-Care Composition. Coffee, love, peace, quiet, study…. Every “thing” in the Now, is a Story. Is a lesson, suggestion, something from which to learn, and create… I could write a fucking book and build a career on…
Currently…
And always the perspective.
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