Sales training, all the ideas and principles, powerpoint slides, notes, whatever, showing more than just what they on the surface entail..

Trusting yourself, confidence, developing your story and career, work-life balance, immediate happiness, that sort of tell.

Going to lunch, see if I find any ideas, where can I go?  Somewhere new, where.

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Back.  Taco salad and writing, just up the street.  Will work here for another hour as I told the Nurse, then leave.

Slow day, already done with everything I needed to check off, so……

More or less circling tower but I don’t want to be in that place just yet so I sip coffee and write down every fucking idea that finds me.

Coffee as a business, writing from and about it.  Running tomorrow morning to make up for my truancy today.  My kids, and how they’ve been.

Then my mood takes a turn, more poet and sharp/blade-esque.

Prose has become an addiction, the rambling paragraph traps and haphazard confessional blurs.

What happened to rime, images, recital and stage steps.  Fucking, MUSIC??