Taking a second and seeing…
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Amiable aggression Communication = Practical Composition, Not Conceptual Fiery… be more THIS Experience and VALUE… JOURNALING, what is does, what it can do, where it can take you Today = THE LAST REHEARSAL, everything after, REAL Solutions are everywhere. Find something in the moment and MASTER it. Presence, finding more value in the practice, and…
8/5/2026
08:35 in office. Centering on SELF, I wrote on the way here, voicing into the phone which I’m doing more and more. First more coffee. Been in the office maybe ten minutes. Ready for EVERYTHING. No more trials, no more auditions, no more envisage. Just actuations, from this clock. Driving over, tired, but the ideas…
New plan in place…. Organized, concerted with my Director.
My fearlessness, only compounding, collecting, amplifying on top of itself. Discipline, Consistency, Structure, Time Management. The obsession with me, currently, and into the indefinite… Office getting quieter. My former SE walks by, heard it’s his birthday today and I wish him the happiest, he thanks me, tells me he’s 50… “What? Dude, I thought you…
Felt…
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Take some time for yourself. Not because you have earned it, or because everything else has finally been taken care of, but because you are HERE.
That is enough. Sit somewhere for a few minutes. Look around. Notice the light, the sounds, the temperature, whatever is moving through the room. Let the Now be the thing you are doing. You don’t need to turn it into anything. You don’t need to capture it, improve it, explain it, or make it productive. …
Office. Filled with hunger and fearlessness.
Content taking new shape. My Mental Health, never this in-tact, firm and fortified. I don’t think EVER before, in this life. Calm…. Nurse and I planning a little get-away, couple days from now. This morning us in our routine, coffee and smiles, joking, saying how we can’t wait to see each other when the day’s…
Sales Training… more about selling yourself that Heights are attainable.
They’re not meant to just stay fucking dreams. Anyone in “sales” has to sell themselves first. I’ve thought this before obviously, but today it hits harder, and echoes louder. Quiet in the break area, at my writing booth. Two more meetings before this writer can leave. Gratitude for the coffee, the hum of the refrigerator,…
In office, moving quickly…. Need more coffee. 60 days till Alter, the Nurse and her writer boy, as she sometimes calls me.
In these 60 days, BUILDING…. Not running at lunch I reason, did 5 yesterday and need to run in the morning. When am I going to get that? Not beating myself up… committed to content creation this day and the week. Everything Heights Highway moving up in attention and priority and scenes in my imagination,…
Note for day and always till
you arrive. And even then, stay on the Road….
And I did it.
WHY… because I fucking decided. I told myself it was a requirement. Something you do daily. RUN. Like brushing teeth or getting dressed. Or fucking waking up. Five miles in 80+ heat, averages was around 9 per, I think. Happy I got out, yes, but now I need to be of the conviction that this…
Only 08:33.
Waking early with the Nurse on days like this, always getting this writer enlivened and feeling of fearlessness and confidence…. Ready for the office tomorrow. Coffee thought…. Get another cup. But first, mindful. Aware… Deciding to see this room, this office and home with the Nurse in a new way. The entire day Any way…