Finding a new practice for the Agency (BDX).  Not elaborating yet, but I’m a place of contentment and production.

Home alone, Nurse with her Nurse crew on their way to the spa at whatever resort that is.  Can’t think of the name now.

Ran the last four days, thought I’d be running today but I’m more of the fasting and writing mind.  At least right now.

Everything posted, no matter how raw or messy, how risky.  I just don’t care anymore.

BOLDNESS, one of the Company’s Core Values that I am identifying with more and more and find myself speaking from, dreaming about even like last night.

Coffee done.  Ugh… think there might be one K-cup in the pantry.  Can’t remember.  Need to order more.  For this house, anyway.  Doing now.

Coffee ordered, meeting set for 11:00 with someone in management.  Just a check-in.  Starting conversations wherever I can.

Containing ideas

Then building new

What else to do

Thank, pause, take time

Don’t push the clock tentacles faster

than they need go

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Definitely making that cup, one more.  Last for day.  Therapy, looking further into SELF by SELF, alone and collecting.  Learning from my own words and thought Composition here alone.  Only 13 hours into fast, and I feel no famine, no push or pull any one way.

Enjoying the LoFi, time with this writer, his thoughts, going outside frame and back to again for more sense and clear sight, action, actuation.

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Ink vein Beat—

foxglove corner—

moon’s locked clock.