On Page 8 of the Consumer Sales playbook.  And the more I write in it, the sharper the correlation to being a writer, content creator

Selfie taken t 07:14, I look tired because I was.  Now, awake and about to try the new Nespresso pods I bought in one of my Amazon retail therapy leaps.  Feeling strong and with clear head this morning, no wine or anything last night and this new practice is becoming connective quicker and with more a Beat/Kerouac/MAD dimension than I hoped for.

Funny how things like that happen.  Just trying it, breaking from the vines and microbrews for a bit.  My thinking this morning, sharp and eager, hungry… the Nurse I know notices it, and more importantly, I, do.

Professor Mikey, showing his new and rewritten, fined character that everything is to be written.  Last night’s Fleetwood Mac cover band on the Green, even though not too impressive in their note-hitting and attempted harmonies, had people out there dancing.

Huh… so much in that, I’m seeing this morning.  Just share truth, your attempt, what you love.  Current song, with me in this Room.  Being back here, in the poz loft, with this new story and challenge of mine, wildly timely.

Taking a break,  not much on calendar for the day other than a meeting at 15:00 which I’m hoping doesn’t take long with the tattoo appointment scheduled for 16:00…

Grateful for my health, you should be too reader.  For this moment…. How are you praising the moment you’r in, where you are and what you’re doing, what’s around you?

Listening to everything, the cleaning outside at another unit, this music, the keys being attacked by this over-caffeinated writer… the Story, the day, LIFE, is fucking beautiful.  

Believe and act from this, reader….  Don’t give yourself other options.