Singularizing, simplifying.  Thinking of my brother Chris’ stories and explanations of how he built his business.  The cowering space, the cafe, and other.

I see what I’m doing wrong.  Or maybe not wrong, but what I could improve.  Again, simplifying.

Lunch comes and goes, and I’m standing at the desk with two of my three afternoon meetings cancelled.  May leave early and take the last one from Vacaville, which only makes sense now that I think about it.  Messaging the Nurse.

Assessing where I am in the day, what I’ve done.  Still have to put some notes on my calendar… so quiet in the office.  Perfect for a Mindful manuscript, pause of sorts but with voluminously valuable movement.

Today, relatively calm.  Not much of that mind storm that I dread and find myself in because eI put self there by fucking overthinking.  I take a walk across the floor, say hi to a coworker and she gives me a k-cup for the break room on that side of the building.

Put it on my desk, then am convinced I need more coffee.

Pausing, collecting, seeing this room in its placidity today.  A Monday, a day that’s by inference and general understanding meant to be stressful and overloaded with whatever, but not this one.