Some afternoons ask for nothing. A small table. Espresso. The world moving somewhere beyond you. Stay long enough to notice what remains when the noise becomes background. Maybe peace isn’t found. Maybe it’s finally noticed. #coffeezenlove
Stopping. For me.
Peace, meditation, after being in the field with the MDU team… Three site surveys, done quite quick. Learning more, about everything from architecture, to actual technological connectivity… To characters in the business. Everything. In San Jose right now. Can’t remember the last time I was here… Memories, from when I was 20 something… But now,…
#AMWRITING
20:18
9/8/2026
Home. Finally. In the kitchen, yes… with different mind and more passion than I know what to do with. Tomorrow in San Jose, three site surveys. Recording everything. LoFi, a somewhat warm beer but I don’t care. Writing to cap the day, which has otherwise been odd. No explanation, just know the character pushed through…
Labor Day. But working and I wouldn’t do anything else.
New site ideas, and new creative dimensions and special spheres landed upon. Feels like a, I don’t know, gift from the Story itself. Windy in VV, Nurse at work, me at the desk and leaving to get her in about 30, I’d guess… More stories in the otherwise commonplace, what people would look at and…
New ideas for…
Clients. Me. EVERYTHING.
#MADLYMINDFULME
Protect Your Pace Life is short. That isn’t an invitation to hurry. Maybe it’s the opposite. We spend enormous amounts of energy racing toward things we’ve decided will finally make us feel settled. The next accomplishment. The better morning. More money. More certainty. Some imaginary version of ourselves who has everything figured out. Meanwhile, today…
Finding peace in the moment…
Gratitude always. ♥️
Small businesses are a life of their own.
They touch lives, carry stories, and create stories—moving in one direction, then everywhere. They have their own beat, their own music, their own personality, their own constellation of hope. Behind each counter, website, handwritten receipt, and late-night decision is someone building more than income. They are building belonging. A neighborhood remembers the bakery that knew…
Like a Guitar…..
Deciding to just play. I don’t care what results. Just move, and see where it goes. Nothing allowed to interfere with or intervene in my freedom. Not x, or anything. And I’m sorry to bring that up, this late in the pages, but…. I’m reacting. By NOT, reacting.
Coffee with Nurse. Now in office, writing summary of week’s MDU lesson and notes, application.
The small business bug again bites, and I’m looking at EVERYTHING through that lens. This MDU world and everything I’m learning, such perfect timing. Finally quiet enough to see it – What I’m doing. What I need to do. Everything that is unfamiliar allows this writer to grow, into something more than a writer. A……