10:12

Meeting earlier.  Put me in a hungry being mind.  I am, not the way I usually am following the meetings held Wednesday.

Sipping coffee but having trouble waking up.  Message the Nurse, in the PMDC seat.  This day, and any.

Writing more about the negative forces and people that always attack, that alway attack.  That feel they need to raise issue and are justified in doing so.

Planning rest of day.  Keeping eye on prize, and mind in my Story’s line and time.

Putting myself in a freer and more fearless form.  Unconcerned, living and recording all conversations from sales to the Company, this blog, the BDX Agency, all of it.

Conversations with SELF and the coffee, with my words while writing to and with and alongside the coffee itself.

Promising SELF 30 minutes of self-writing and talk and focus after this meeting.

Another meeting occurring now but I’m just more of a listener, as the CST.

Just deciding to stop.  Stop listening to these negative twits.  Even if it’s myself, which there are too many times which it fucking is.

Moving, and not stopping.  Writing it… to my whatever I “wish” for.  There is no wishing, only materializing.

Running at lunch.  5 miles, minimum.  I don’t care how bad it hurts.  How tired I am, doesn’t matter.