Office.  Hearing everything.  Senses heightened, rereading notes from yesterday on branding, content creation.  You don’t “need” anything.  Everything for creation is already present.

I’m more alert and awake and sharp and hungry than in past months, or maybe years.  Obvious why that is.  Keep the Beat in its complete keep.

More coffee, first note Nurse, tell her….

Coffee and talking to one of the guys from the NOC, whom I learned is not the lead trainer over there.  Before that running into my old Sales Coordinator from the Enterprise days, one of them.

Day to myself, and a run.  I’m going out today, no fail.  Reading about one of my favorite fighters, and his routine, discipline.  What I am going forward.  What’s needed in this new Content Creative Contour—

People walking by and smiling.  How did I live without this place, I have to ask myself.  Whatever, I’m here.  Knowing my route at noon.  One I used to do years ago.  Will see if a friend wants to—  No.  Go solo.

LoFi before 10:00 meeting.  Seven minutes till.  Gathering SELF, assembling, discipline.  Part of the CCC playbook, to make your story loud not just for today but for years past now.  Till even after you’ve left.

Just how my mind’s thinking this morning.  Another sip.  Seeing the house and travel, the Nurse and I….

The Now, wrapping this writer in gratitude and realization, understanding of character and Composition.  Told myself the other day while shredding shit in the loft office that I’m paperless going forward, promising I’d never buy another journal.  Ever.

Hoping I stick to that but who knows.  I love collecting them, so….  Anyway, all to blog.  No edits, nothing “polished”.  Just truth.  The rawness.

The most authentic

The most potent

Poetic

The most ME that I can bleed.