I told her home is wherever she is, so it doesn’t really register, but still put an ‘lol’ in the text.

Office, piercing in its quiet.  A couple people in the department across from me talking, then some at the other end of the floor, far ‘way to the left.

Class in 50-ish minutes so time for the writer to collect.  One last blog, I thought to myself just now.  What do I want it to be on, about, where am I creating from?  Running, or fitness, health.  Something in that world.

Has to be.  Running later, so maybe the first piece of content.  Write about the run, everything from why I chose the route I did, to the distance, to how I feel, to what comes next.  Running… the meditative edge to it.  

I have to do it, I have to get out today.  New route, after I break for lunch.  Giving myself 40 minutes, all I can afford when I think about getting back into class, changing, cooling down, getting a water from the office market around the corner, other side of this wall.

Alive, and the words just find me this morning.  Music on the Green last night.  Where is my music, maybe that’s what this last blog should be about, the #MYMUSICMOODNOW project, finally bring it to life.

Taking half the day to think about it.  When back from run, I will have the most final of answers, and there will be no re-do.  No going back.  No room or moves in what I can only think of as buyer’s remorse.

Then I decide on the music project, moods associated with music, this LoFi to start this Friday and how it has me feeling, the mood it set upon and around me.  A haunt.  I just listen and replay the week, yesterday and last night.  People considerably older than me dancing on the Green like they had no cares, didn’t know what it was like to have concerns, worries, anything to think about or weigh down a mood.

Not everyone runs, but everyone, at least all humans I can think of, enjoy music to one extremity or another.

Trying to talk myself into teaching mood and mode.  Put self in a youthful inner-yell.  Nothing to worry about, only this page and filling it, teaching and building what I have here at the Company.  Keeping aims and dreams simple, somewhat following that SMART model, but not really.

My own method and manuscript of life.

Notes ready for class, first coffee post-latte queued.

LoFi still playing.  Sip water, stay hydrated I remind myself.  What else can I do with this Frida morning quiet office not many around me just me and this music and thoughts and me reaching into backpack pulling out receipts unable to remember if I entered them then think “Who cares”, ripping them and tossing into waste basket next to me.

Clean start.  Relieved.  This little stash of cash I’m putting aside for the MMMN, or 3MN, blog.  What else can I do with music?

Like HST said in an interview once, “I’m a music addict.”

08:42.  Shit.  Not in the mood to work but I know I have to and that this is the platform that will get me the 3MN office.  Or should I call it M3N?

3MN, definitely. 

Little overthought sidebar for the morning.