Meeting in 58 minutes.

Finishing latte.

That little floor cleaner making its rounds downstairs, sounding like barber clippers, or some oral surgery instrument.

30-60-90 ME-Project.  Thinking about what I want at the end of it, at the end of my 90 days.  Associated with work, of course, the Sales Trainer role and walk, but a lot more.  Like the old COO said, when talking about running and his habits as a runner, he began telling me “I want to do this for the rest of my life…”

He had it all planned out, his whole life.

That’s where my thoughts are this morning.

Then, I see something one of the FS Reps posted, about the Company helping him reach a dream of sorts. And I’m ablaze, feeling stronger than I have in months.

Much of this morning’s feeling attributed to, as well, talking with the Nurse.  About negative energies, and how reacting only contributes to them.

Meditating, here at the desk.

Meditation… the meditative being rather than the one stressed, or self-repressed.

Reading yesterday’s poem, like I wrote it for the Me of this morning.  Weird when that happens, but invaluable.