No run at lunch. Going forward, workouts are either before or after “shift”. Messaged Nurse…. She’s busy at work. Crazy commute for her as well, taking her nearly an hour to reach NB. Said there was a police chase that ended in a crash, and the suspect stabbed a dog…? AND, the perp is now…
4-7-26
Commute, 2hrs. Just about. In office now, about to head to Ops meeting. The entire drive, vowing to stop overthinking and overcomplicating… Coffee. Walking to the other building in a bit. Driving through Napa has me in a wine business. No moves made obviously, since I’m not letting myself take on anything new. Just making…
My daughter….
Her own story. My favorite for sure, don’t tell her brothers…
Mt. Bachelor pic, from last summer I think, or the one before.
More I look through these still shots of my kids, or really anything, the older I feel. Not really in a bad way— or maybe a little, I don’t know it just makes me feel something. Recognizing life and its brevity, fragility. Meditative. Taking my time in this quiet office. No music. About to pick…
JOURNAL LOFT ZEN, a class on writing and YOU…
April 6th, 2026 – EXERCISE/PROMPT Start by writing. Don’t care about what. Meaning, concern yourself with the act, rather than the actual, the actual words that find the page. Give yourself five minutes… What did you put to page? What does it suggest about you, what you want? The journal is a place to study…
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4-6-26 The week starts. Meditating, sending notes to Field Sales Market Managers in SoCal, then Dallas. Invites going out later this morning. Reservations about one of my projects, trying to talk myself out of a defeatist thought rope. So far not working, but I’ll figure it out. Waking up, right before 5, and the journaling…
Time, just moves…
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…
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