Taking 10 or 15 or more for ME.

Coffee and the writing space, this little booth.  Full-circle moment for me, and where I am in the circle is telling me to keep going.  To be my own AI.  Not that I ever really use it seriously, but to depend more on myself and what I’m thinking in a given moment.  Right now… quiet office, quiet break room area and market in the building.

Gratitude, letting myself submerge and fly in it.  And honestly, trying to again psych myself into a run.  Did over 5 yesterday then over 6 the day before.  And why am I not spelling out the numbers?

Did I sleep well enough last night?  Now my mind is truly in a wandering whirlwind and tidal wave of tangents.  Maybe that’s what I needed in this ten to fifteen or more.

Still moving, still thinking, and still appreciating what’s here in front of me.

Sister getting married tomorrow.  Not sure why the disbelief is just now settling in.  Another recognition of time, but stop with that I tell myself.  Celebrate.

This is something to celebrate, not look inwardly or self-pity or be frightful that time is moving.  Of course time is moving. Nothing will stop that.

So, STOP.

I will.  I am.  I am deciding to stop with the acknowledgement of it.  And in that, not including as many timestamps in my entries.  Training myself to operate in new mode.

Don’t think I’m getting out there today, just what it is.  I’ll leave for the loft around noon.

Be at the wedding site at…. Okay.  Day pretty much filled.

Mindful – this break room and market, what I see at my company.  The #MYMUSICMOODNOW site.

Back at desk in 3 minutes.  Again not writing the number.  Why am I obsessing over that?  Comedy, more, from me to me and about me – AT me.

Coffee again, excited to be in the loft.  Listening to a new LoFi station I found, by accident I think.  Yesterday.  Can’t remember how but the Beats are walking with me, here writing the screen and paragraph.

Mode of reflection and collection.  Everything is where it should be, where I need it.  This Universe and any other, rigged redolently for Mike Madigan.

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