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
Class done. PEACE OF MIND, the idea I’m leaving with.
Something to build upon… something to, I don’t know… fix a certain way. On the Road in a little less than two hours. Till then…. Writing. Making a mess. Brainstorming on the idea of the painter approach, just fucking fill the canvas. With this Story… Former college English Instructor, wine industry, now in tech/internet/telecom or…
Friday. Not that I’m one of those Friday rahrahrah people…
Class in 17 minutes. Looking at this at anything but sales or sales-related. EVERYTHING Heights Highway, where I’m placing everything. Even myself. Consolidating in the easiest way, and that’s what I’m learning to appreciate – when something is made simple, more singularized, it is more applicable, or useful, more adaptable I guess. Too many want…
CHANGE
Day closing but I’m not slowing. Writing any thought feeling dream fantasy worry or possibility that comes to this writer. Writing everything, literally everything. Thinking of a class of SB, then I’ll acquire that. 36 DAYS…. Consolidating journals. Counted how many active ones I have going and.. no. That has to change. It’s just me…..
After some time away from the desk, I lack energy.
I talk myself back into being ALIVE as I said earlier, with the early morning espresso-lit liveliness by, yes, making espresso. Back from trip to downstairs coffee bar, focused on my energy and writing to write, making sense later. Fasting till, well, some point in evening. 36 days…. Kids arriving tomorrow, can’t wait to see…
Just DECIDED…
NEW DAY Deciding that stressing and overthinking are illegal. More like a ruling. Like I’m a judge in my own court. Creating feeling, and fuck the result, consequence, response, whatever. You know how amazing this feels? One deadline for day, later. I’m here, in this Beat, moment, scene, and not trying to fix or improve…
Almost time to be on the Road for an hour-plus.
Killing time, looking though old pics, and I find one of my daughter, and she can’t be more than 6 months, I would say. Actually, 6 months, 1 day. Wow… Got rid of some books on my desk, Kerouac and Sedaris. It was hard, but then asked myself why hang on? Nothing more, and shed…
…a couple steps.
Class done. Working on CZL… setting up an account. Need to wait a couple days for a verification. UGH… just keep posting, I tell myself. The CZL idea now forms into a way of life mode, seeing beauty in the simple. So what is it, beyond the visuals…??? Seeing something in the moment. And it…
8/26/2026
Teaching day. Students have surprised me, in the best way. #coffeezenlove officially in its flight… the aims are high. So, something every day. No time today for a run, and now it is ever more necessary to run in the morning. Without any excuse, delay, obstruction, interruption, disruption. Alarm, rise, run. Has to be just…
Simple.
Where you are. What you see, feel. Nothing else needed. All parts of your Now, speak to you. The day starts with promises Do we listen and are we open to it A scene, then another Language, people talking to me Over exaggeration in my own head Needed counsel, no couch Different station, enjoying the…
11:52
Lunch soon. No run, too tired. I know it’s not an excuse, letting it slide this one last time. Where am I going, no idea… part of me wants to stay here and another to treat myself. Hmmmm… Hitting all projects with not much method other than eagerness and wanting to se a product, something…
Office. Tired. Pushing through the day and capitalizing on this exhaustion… creating and not caring.
Notes for Sales Heights project, of course under the EVERYTHING Heights Highway vocal. Meetings at 10, and 1. Writing that way, not doing 24hr time unless it’s accidental and the old habit hops onto the page. Created twelve – no, thirteen – pieces of content on the drive over. Going through them now… The aim…