Mindful practice saves me — and where self-assessment makes it stick. Mindfulness says: Notice what’s here. Self-assessment asks: What’s working? What’s not?

Then I realize, everything is working.  Then ask, what wouldn’t be working, and what would, and to what end?  Mind going in circles, and shit maybe I’m overthinking as the Nurse always says I am and she’s right but maybe there’s an application.

Like in sales, the analogy of throwing a bunch of noodles against a wall and waiting to see what sticks.

My thesis, more than a brand – SELF Elevation-Education.  How to take yourself fucking anywhere.  You live once, why not have everything you want, do all you want to do or are even curious about.

Professor Mikey thoughts on a Monday, hungry and no longer tired, not like earlier.  Couldn’t believe I actually logged 3.25 miles.  Was it just the coworker’s words that had me ablaze and saying “Fuck it, I’m getting out there.”

Or was it something else?

No need to know, not right now anyway.  Might have another coffee.  Just one more.  A small.  I’m mindful, present and connected and intimately communicating to and from and within the mise en scén.  Assessing self and how I respond to… Everything.

Without self-assessment, mindfulness can feel like sitting quietly in a messy room and pretending the clutter is fine. But when I take a few honest minutes to check in, everything changes. I can ask: What thoughts am I feeding? What habits am I repeating? Am I actually living in line with what I want to feel — happy, fulfilled, awake?

Just questions.  Or maybe more than just questions.

What little shift would make today better than it would be otherwise, or better than yesterday, or better than it already is.

And what do I mean by better?