Poet.

Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation.

Simplicity over complication.

When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas.  Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims.

Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do.  And why not.  One life one opening, the excess concern surround reaction and reception, gone.

Nothing to write.  Trying to think of anything, a something.  Travel coming up, short trip then a longer on at year’s end.  Just a bit after two and I’m feeling restless.

Maybe that’s a key behavior, to a writer.  The indecision and airheadedness.  Whatever.  Have more coffee I tell myself.  Maybe that’ll settle me.

Ready for meeting tomorrow which was moved from 8 AM to 3 PM, for some reason.  Who knows.  Not letting it into my head.  I know it’s nothing bad but still the thoughts wander and form unreasonable shapes.  Just go get more coffee…. Thought of a place in the office to write, but can’t remember where.

One of those space age chairs?

NO.. it was the Zen Den.  An idea for sure.  Need the contrast.

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In the room called the Zen Den.  I remember naming this with a lady, Jen, no longer with the company, back in ’18 or ’19 I think.

And here I am.  After I boomeranged.  Everything is here.

And not just in this room.  But this new Story, where the Company is and where it invited me.

A Poet, in sales.  Another fire type.  Starting more stances with energy re-wrenched.

Someone needing to use the Den so I make my way to one of the space seats.  Thinking of Sales and this Trainer role as something else.  Nothing trite or pseudo-motivational, but exploratory and skill self-assembly.  Teaching yourself by just getting out there.

Testing myself that this is the only thing I’m writing today… from the greeting, to any research needing to be done before an intro or greeting, to language usage.

Oh my sweet Universe, I say to myself… I’m back in the classroom.  Like, for real.

TEACHING.

Me.  Huh… what I went to school for.  And now here I am experiencing just what I want the Trainees to.  So how’s that for timing and existential intersection.  Distracted for a second but back… back in class.  My own thoughts and realizations here at the office refusing to see or treat or feel like this is some “job”.

No… this is the door.  The other side.  Breaking through, like Mr. Morrison pushed.

Again, just a writer.  And this is my “key” behavior.  How I translate the Now.  Here in this space/pod/George Jetson chair.

Back at the desk, put all pages into one place for tomorrow, keep it simple for Self.

My old SE walks by.  I throw up a peace sign with my left hand he nods I smile and I again say to SELF how amazing it is to be home.

Grateful doesn’t do it, doesn’t explain it.  It’s more than that.

What exactly, word or idea or suggestion, no idea.