Ops meeting at 10.  Back from coffee and taking one of the vehicles in, all with Nurse.  In a mode and mood of attainment today.  In any and all prospects and regards, anything I can think of.  Not in office, WFH for day, may go into office later.

Writing more on this Sales Training Story…. Some of it non-definitive, meaning not solution driven.  What a life in sales is, as I see it, is connection through Stories.

Feel like I need another coffee, here in loft.  Or a water.  Let’s do something different, just as I suggest Trainees do when out in the Field and something doesn’t exactly connect.

Water open.  Thinking of the run I didn’t do yesterday but the one I’m vowing to get in today. 

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Later in the day, alone in the loft.  Missing the Nurse of course but will see her later.  Picked up her car, quick lunch at Oliver’s, me now working from home.  Smelling the rain from the window left.

My mind, calm, me more less the same.

Pile of things including a laptop, yes another, to bring to the Vacaville office.  I take more of the scene in, to mind and the writing, where I am, what I’m doing.

The postmodern significance and grandiloquence of it all.  Solving a mystery.  Of me.  The type of writer I am, what I’m doing and to do next.

Looking at clock, 1:51 PM.  Should be leaving at about… well, who knows.  No promises.

When was the last time I had a sitting like this, in the loft, looking out the window and still feeling and immediately smelling Sonoma County rain.  I swear, it’s different than anywhere else…

More enveloping than Sunriver’s rain, or Marin County’s, SF’s… the Peninsula, different than the little bit of rain I walked in when in Maui in ’22.

This writer, reflective, and moving in new Beat.  No music on currently as the Room is instructing this writer and I ought listen.  Then I turn on music, so the Room can speak to a new and renewed Beat of me.

Noting back and forth with a coworker, break between projects.  I’ll be in the office early tomorrow.  More than focus as a sales trainer or any push toward a Leadership role, I’m understanding what’s demanded of me by the Story and this new FREE Mike Madigan.

The Nurse would agree.  She taught me much of what I’m speaking….

Mindful, more Mentally Healthy and set in this placid page frame and sequence of All.  Eyes are on me and I don’t mind…. Leaning on the more Literary days.  Last night ice cream with the Nurse at whatever the new name is, watching clouds slowly step and drum toward the Green.  I didn’t say much, but to SELF… seeing the gray for the first in months.  Feeling the air soften and recite with silent patience.

Looking at Mike Madigan, as Mike Madigan, but not.  He’s changed, so much of it from, well, so much.  Some negative, and the antithesis.  Speaking of branding, and all the ideas pronounced and professed from business and content creation, I see something… in the idea of reconciling.

How much time do I have, I ask myself.  Need to think about leaving, before too long.  Actually what I need to stop doing is paying so much fucking attention to time.