Wrote yesterday, hiring yourself to teach YOU.  Right now reader, I’m on a tidal wave biblical-like, of self-education.  Exploration, elevation.

Centralizing and composing.  08:59 and well off the ground.  In flight, I mean.  This desk, this house, the Nurse, what we have and what I’ve learned from her… latte done already.

Shit.

And, no coffee in house.  Do I need more coffee or do I switch to water?  Obvious, water.  Wait though, coffee… drink coffee write books be happy.  That’s what the mask said.  So… there’s that coffee spot down the street the Nurse and I went to a few weeks ago.

Teaching SELF to divert, be tangential.  It’s lovely… and embrace your own wording.  Now with this clearest of thinking shapes and sights, my emotions and mood now, like I’m meeting me for the first time.

I’ve trained myself into a new SELF.  Educated, rebuilt, found, home…

Some battles are without sound.

They happen in kitchens after work, or on a commute, even in the late morning when the air feels heavy and as if it wants to push on you for no reason.

No clapping, no cheering, just you.  And you tally the W, but only you see you.

Strength, you find it when there’s that call.  Sometimes one-sided, others with multiple shapes and Beats.

This day, the writer leapt from bed charged and committed, confident and with a love-growl. Not necessarily cheerful, or invincible   Just musically and impressively clear.  A bit tired, but I accept it.

Grounded now, in something I needed more of.

MY.SELF.

Confident whispers and songs only I hear this morning, but will write and put out there that I hear them and anyone going through anything can too.

If you’re climbing a quiet but loud mountain, I want this feeling for you.  And I want it to stick.  Make it stick, don’t let it leave.  Be a musician and magician for YOU.

You’re already rising.  You’re already different.  And if you’re the only one that notices, that’s all you and your Story need.