After a trip to the coffee spot by the Green the other week, I turned left and left on a random street, then writer back in chair. Cup smoldering on desk, taste still bitter but beautiful and seductive nudge. Don’t want to be stuck in thought so I won’t let SELF stop typing, who gives…
Month: September 2025
morning-ing journaling
8:57 AM Windsor…. Been a while since I’ve written in this spot on a Saturday. Emma and Henry up, Jack here later, much later. Emma with a game, and the day is structured. Latte singing to me. Didn’t work last night as desired, and I’m more than at peace with it. Wanted all the time…
The dog.
Guilting me as I leave.
Class done. My strongest performance since coming back to the company. 2:46 PM
Ran at lunch, little more than 5k. Challenging SELF to at least 5k/day. Today’s run was a bit of a struggle. Hot, and I felt tired, or even out of shape. Not sure why. Slept fine last night. Leaving at 4, I think. Or close to. Getting Emma and Hen at 7:30, then to the…
Class finished a bit ago. Exhausted. Or, just tired of hearing myself talk.
Snacking on granola. Taking time to SELF, messaging my little Nurse, seeing what she’s up to, telling me waiting for surgeries to wrap is like watching paint dry. Huh, I think to myself, familiar with that feeling. Outlining an encompassing Sales Training Department, or Division, Program for the Company. Not quite sure how the finished…
9-10-25
No run. Again. Too hungry and tired, so I impose upon self the under threat of death, you are fucking running early tomorrow morning. Get fucking excited. 12:18. Class going well. May be a bit ahead of schedule but I’m not worrying. Adapting to whatever pace I face, wherever I am. ‘Don’t Speak Sales Speak’,…
Smelling the RAIN
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…….
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The Sales Training thing. More than a thing, or job, or even “lifestyle”…. My journey as a Sales Trainer, building and building and I want to build it faster but not sure how yet. Be patient, I tell myself… Patience feels like a scam designed by people who already arrived. I wonder why they repeat…
No run. Fuck. Oh well. I blame the clouds and, well, myself.
I need to do EVERYTHING this writer’s able to, to wake early and run in the harshest of morning hours. 5 or 6. Early. I want it to be difficult, painful, even rolling eyes at the prospect of the run. But I’ll fucking do it anyway, which I should have done a bit ago, launching,…
Up at 06:30, slow getting up but not to any real detriment. Readied quick, then to coffee with Nurse.
Drive taking no longer than usual. Office now, standing and simplifying, closing docs I don’t need open. One of the most prominent points in my presentation Wednesday, quick as it will be as I’m teaching that day and Friday, is singularization. Tightening resource count. 9:47 AM ::: Coffee, calm. Not many in the office. First…
Strengthening with my own talk. Conversation with SELF, realizing I am strong as fuck.
Repeated, believed. The belief repeated and multiplied. Why I let certain energies and characters anywhere close to my peace, I don’t know. Lessons harsh, sharp, barbed, but now this writer with new heart. Talking more with self as I write this, a Me-Meeting. Needed. Composition, for more Composition and self-collection and ascension. Not losing sight…
Woke and could have sworn it was Monday. No specific cause of the confusion, just something I felt.
Napa today, after visiting site in Winters. Behind in EVERY DAY journal. Will make it up this week… Plan for week – All morning runs, no dining out. Hit target running weight. A little over 3 lbs away, trying to go over target for surplus reasoning. Either way, scoping another 13.1 next Month… just need…
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