10-22-25

Class done.  Couple tech issues but nothing overly concerning.  Writing new methods and notes for future classes, points to present to whomever inside the Company, and elsewhere.

Learning from the day you have to adapt.  That nothing is truly a plan as all “plans” come with the possibility of change or edit.

15:50…. Need to get some air.  Only been out of the house when we got coffee.  May go to the gym, need to.  Goal for the week is to run yesterday through and INCLUDING Friday.  Saturday is weights.

Ugh, am I running?  Am I just going to overthink it?  SHIT.  Why can’t I just get my fucking workouts done in the morning?

Crisis.  Kidding, but that’s the role I’m assuming.  Trying to laugh about it but this was a serious fucking goal goddamnit.

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10-23-25

In office.  08:46

Working on the 30-60-90.  Thinking of it in terms of tracks, like songs, something to release.  An EP, if you would.

Coffee, poetry in my movements and thoughts, waking to the song in my head, for some completely unknown and surprising and humorous reality, “I Am A Rock.” By Simon and Garfunkel.  

What?  Why?

When was the last time I even fucking heard that song?  I looked into the song and the lyrics, and noticed a theme.  Is the Story, the Universe, talking to me?  Telling me to do something?  I think it is.  Isolate to a degree, in my tracks, poetry.  Self-protect from those accosting and judging energies.

Simplifying, consolidating.  Deleting where I can, looking for docks and docs to remove.

09:25, moving quick….  One project done, then another, then editing the bigger 30-60-90 effort.  Me in this Sales Trainer post much past the 90 days, but I plan on mentioning it today in my meeting with the VP, and in the Leadership meeting this afternoon.

Running 10k today, without fail and forcing self to run SLOW.  Between 10 and 11 minute miles.  Now I’m not bragging, but that’s hard for me to execute.  My character just wants to move fast, as I am this morning on the keys…

09:34…..  Feeling centralized and self-prioritized.  Love it.  This feeling, and the singularization I just jolted into one of my projects.  

The Professor Mikey identity and narrative is now the dominant, well over my old blog and platform of bottledaux.  The prime and prominent platform for mental health and health, wellness, self-care, stress-management.

This is it.  The Road for life’s remainder.  And I couldn’t be more excited and confident.

Forcing self to stop writing at 10:00.  So there’s time to SELF.  Why do I caps it sometimes and others not?  Who cares.  Something to decode.  And not just for readers, but for the one writing it.

Office quiet but not silent, movement all around me. Me passing out the cookies the Nurse made last night and questions, about this character I always mention.  Our wedding.

I smile.

The professor learning from the room and voices, interactions and smiles, reactions to baked happiness.