The day teaching me patience, but am I adequately listening?  And to not overthink.

A bit of a lull, or stall, I find myself in.  Message the Nurse…. Falling behind in my messages to her.  Promised myself to have a steady stomp of notes to her, and I’ve not done exactly that.

My own professor, teacher and encourager.  Trying to be this morning, messaging the Nurse and her strength instructs me and directs me to more composition….  Life is THE University, I write in my journal.

In my own revolution and writing attitude and mood solutions…

Forcing myself to sit down and shake off whatever is preoccupying thought.  And to be honest I have no idea what it is.  Weird?  Yes… actually fuck yes that is completely odd.

Get it together, Michael.

And yes, I just called myself Michael.  When I’m in trouble or if I’ve acted up in some way, especially when I was younger, that’s the name I’d hear.

Should hold off on the coffee for a while and drink this sparkling water I brought from the Nurse’s house.

The day and its morning directing me to calm down, stop thinking so much.