Putting myself back in the professor seat…. Stance and way of thinking.  I have to, it’s the only way for me and my style of writing and thinking and living, seeing every moment and conversation as an instructional morsel…

Writing my way to anything.  You, reader, can too.  I want you to believe that.  Whatever annoys you, or makes you sad or doubt yourself, writer your way out of it.  NOW.

I stressed this to students for years, and never really enacted or practiced it myself.  Isn’t that disgusting?  Feeling so powerful and confident this morning.  Prepping for meetings this coming week, after my first two taught classes.

There is a need for this, this species of thinking.  For me, and you reader.  I am talking to you, more than myself…

08:54, Nurse at work for a rare Sunday like this, meaning every other Sunday like this one typically she is not in scrubs.  Today, she’s away on campus and me here at the house writing and planning and promising myself Newness, as I hope you’re promising yourSELF the same.

Should be hot today, taking the Composition Book with me wherever I go.  Capturing all emotions, thoughts, dreams, fears, mental sketches, goals and aims, anything.

Going through past notes communicating to myself and whatever audience confidence and strength, assurance in your Story.  No self-doubting, no excess editing or measuring.  Why not just move, throw yourself into a new Beat?

Listening to LoFi and starting to feel hot, may need some AC.  Think it’s that time…. My new obsession – PEACE.  One’s inner-peace, Mental Health, Attitude and Mood…. And you write yourself to it.  Everything through your words, journal pages.

Thinking of writing at a coffee spot down the street.  We went there once.  Planing to finish the outline for this Sales Course, for the company.  Everything distilled to Skill, and same for here with the writing and capturing the Mind you want.

Not AC, keeping the room as is.  Off, the lamp next to me.  May have been giving off more heat than I estimated.  Turning off the other light, too.  Darker, more made for a writer.

Pictures from the T7…. I need to get out today, either in the Suisun Valley where vines are, or maybe to Winters and capture the gazebo, that building we stayed in night before last, their main street.

Find a Story…. Build a Story.  Objections going off in my head, me talking ME out of it. NO, I rattle inwardly.  I’m getting out.  But not just yet…

Some ideas land, have to answer them.  All around teaching, my Mindful mind and entity right now.  I’ve captured something that escaped… my confidence and self-belief.  Somehow it got away, when I left the company in 2022 and tried the other three companies.  But now I’m home, back where I belong.  Back where I feel home, back where I’m encouraged and feel ALIVE.

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Seated but flying

The only way I’ll have it

All I’ll accept

For this or 

Any other step