Mindful this morning.

But rushed.  Getting kids ready for the weekend, sports and activities and whatever else. 08:20.  Get Henry dressed, Emma coming with so she can retrieve shoes from her mom’s. Then, cleaning.  OR, no… did that last night.  Funny when you realize you’re further ahead of schedule that you thought. Here I am, feeling thoughts and…

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2-27-26 08:13 Ready for class, teaching from VV. Running at lunch, easy route, five miles. Yesterday’s speaking workshop, or class, reminding me of certain strengths.  Huh, I say to myself. Passion, an elevated interest… what am I an “expert” in?  Not sure, but then I remember… Into the morning.  Music, latte, the usual.  But translating…

Inward MuZen – Post Three

Didn’t want to run, but I did.   And I reach five, my per-day quota for the week.  But no, I passed SIX.   6.3, actually.  I almost didn’t go out.  I put on running uniform, but then nearly just as soon returned it to bag and stayed put, at desk. NO.  No, that is…

Class done.

Taking a minute, focus, center, I know I’m overthinking.  Caught myself walking back to the HR part of the building, trying to sync with a buddy of mine, Mr. Sapp, the one hosting the Speakers meeting tomorrow. Class today, perfect.  Seriously, I don’t know how I could have asked for, written, prayed for or whatever,…

2-25-26

12:33 Lunch.  No run yet today, not sure I’ll have the energy to get on in today.  Tomorrow and Friday I will, but today… may just have to pass. Class today, good.  Wouldn’t say great, but surely it’s good.  It’s me, I’m a little off and I can’t determine why. Trail mix on desk, sparkling…

08:55… moving.

Quickly.  VV office.  Coffee after latte.  Music, shocked at what I’ve scheduled in terms of appointments….  One thing to do, restart work computer.  Nearly forgot. In progress, and still before 09:00. What now…. Sip coffee, breathe, don’t force the moment or the manuscript, I urge myself.  Class tomorrow, additional notes printed and back at the…

2-23-26

11:42 About to run… 5 miles.  Now back in office and wondering what next for the writer staring at the screen knowing he’s overthinking and he even has a slide in his training deck that says, “DON’T OVERTHINK THIS.” Wow, he thinks to himself.  “Fucking hypocrite.” In the writing booth, last cup for the day. …