Listening to rain and music of course, but shaken back into form after reading an article about focus.  Putting yourself back into a certain mind, and mode.

Writing even when I have nothing to project or profess.  Here, calm, not rushing, taking impatience and giving it an indefinite timeout.

Sorting a couple things out at Sonic, sales workshops, team collaborations, and other.  Exciting.  Like I’ve been writing since I came back ‘home’, I don’t see myself as I used to.  And I have to say it again… a year ago, fucking miserable at that disgusting corporation.

Forget about it, I tell myself. I’m here, Composed.

Looking left outside, out the window, vines from arches moving a little.  Not much wind now.  LoFi telling me to seek new things, act randomly, and for fuck’s sake wake up earlier.  Tomorrow I’m committed to speed work, at least 6 miles.  Going to force the numbers from this character.

Write about every mile, I just scribbled.  Yes… test self, see new SELF, find identity that was dreamt and now real.

Pause…. Appreciate the Now.  I remind myself of this.  More, lately.