First meeting lighting me on fire.  Hard to contain passion after a meeting like that.

Where you’re thanked, praised, asked for further insight.  Huh, imagine that.  And, ENCOURAGED to keep doing what you’re doing…?

09:28 and off the ground.  Thinking about the lunch run, but also still feeling the 7-miler from yesterday.  Nothing thinking about it, certainly not distance.  I’ll get out there, see what happens.  Try a new modified route maybe.

Playbook, now writing itself.  Letting the content and my activity speak for itself, even more emphasized and emboldened.  Freely writing for a bit before the Leadership meeting at 10:00.  The wedding, still in my thoughts.  The Nurse and I and our little wedding meeting last night and the night prior.  Making moves now, serious ones.  And me having a MeMeeting on the drive over and with new resolve.

Not the first book but feasibility the second, about the MeMeeting and its use.  Where you don’t speak of it to anyone, what it revealed and taught you, what you self-taught during the conversation with SELF.  And you don’t write it.  But, if you do journal which of course I ardently advise, speak about the lesson.  Don’t disclose specifics.

Another MeMeeting, held last week, on discipline and the superpower of it.  Where anything can materialize after its exercise.  Evidenced by my repaired running routine.  Lovely.

Education and new curriculum in the morning, from the MeMeeting, to deciding that certain tides are evaporated and nonexistent.  That simple.  Not sure I’ve ever been this Composed, this strong and succinct in action.

First book – I Just DECIDED To Stop.  Obviously.  You know that.  And now, as my own Professor, I teach myself to finish it.  Set a fucking due date.  A realistic but challenging one.  Not writing it here, but putting on work calendar, having it be lockstep and harmonious with the Consumer Sales Trainer Story.