This week.  A project.

Simplicity, Mental Health, STRENGTH.

Vacaville, 10:27.  The weekend has passed me like it wanted everything and nothing to do with me.

Diet Coke, music with the Nurse in our Vacaville home.  Nothing about me is registered in complaint.  All celebratory, all MINDFUL of where I am, what I am, all the decisions that brought me here.

More focus on SELF.  Not regarding any reaction or comment.  Those days are done.

This week, for so many reasons… defining and determinant.

What we think and how it materializes, all the ways.  Breathing, meditating where I am… last night time to SELF and choosing, quite consciously and with a removed yet sharp conviction, to not write much.

To take time for SELF.  Not pressure SELF but give this writer a break.

“Grace”, as so many now say.

Some and their EVIL, will not any more move me.  This is liberating, this realization… that I’ve had before, yes, but it’s different today.  I swear.  So strong…

So present in my words and pages.  This work, this vow to ME, to only draw from happy decisions and dimensions, self-selected directives.  How’s that…

ME, deciding.

ME, happy.

ME, free as fuck.

And NOTHING, they can do about it.