Yesterday, before checking out… Bodega Bay, CA. 1114/25
Month: November 2025
11-14-25
08:27 Bodega Bay. Getting ready to leave our room for a bit, get coffee. The fireplace relaxes me. Need to write with the little time before me. Sun breaking though fog, low clouds. News on but low volume. The need to travel is in every thought, breaking my concentration from where I guess you could…
Never tire of the vineyards
And all the Peace they share.
This.
Over and over… ☮️💕🙏🏼‼️
Friday. 11/14/25.
Wanted to write the date different. Want to do everything different after this morning’s 6.3-mile speedwork session at the gyms with the Nurse. My happiness, and yes that’s what I’m going to fucking write about this morning, is hard to word, put into post-able sentences for a blog. Even my own. Recommitting to health, running,…
Back in the chair, after work and some rest, errands.
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…
No teaching today. Pushed to next week.
WFH, looking outside at rain and wind pushing the vines one way then another. ZEN, all about this morning. All journals hit. Feels funny saying that, at first, to me. But then makes perfect sense. Of course it fucking does. I’m a writer… My life is arranged in journals. 10:46. Already? Running, at the gym. …
Nearly time for lunch meeting with the Dev Trainer Team. Bringing a blank page.
Taking my brand to another cosmos. That’s what I want.. what I know will happen. More than just some sense or “goal”. 11 minutes. Not chasing balance, chasing depth. A volume and walk, a new BEAT about me. Well into this new stand. Sonic as a company with its interaction to be bold, and high-performing,…
In office. Made rounds. Some rain on the drive. 09:10
Settling in. Organizing the desktop of the work laptop, a priority. Has to be done. Today, rewriting much in the Story. Lunch with the Dev Trainers later, and now… almost forgot… the Sales Trainer Lab project. Promising myself this will be the last project for a while. Till others begin to produce and prove lucrative….
Day’s already folding up shop. Time’s a con artist —
always promising more and then vanishing with the goods. I’m knee-deep in a scheduling conflict, which is basically my way of saying I’ve overcommitted and now I’m negotiating peace treaties with my own sanity. Not stressing, though. No, no — I’m enlightened now. Floating in the sacred Beat of what I can “control.” Which, as…
Meeting in 15. 10:45
Already feel myself talking me out of a run. Ugh, SHUT.UP. I’m running, that’s it. 4 miles. Know the route, easy and flat so there is no acceptable excuse. One goal for the day – RUN. And, fasting till mid-afternoon. AND… start the Sales Training Lab project on Teams. Invite one person, and I know…
09:35, latte #2. A small. Sipping slow, still feeling the first.
Maybe I should sip faster, realizing I have multiple journals and projects in tow. Breaking my promise to SELF, of no more journals or projects or anything. My 30-60-90 project becoming an obsession, in tandem with the DECIDED book. Nurse downstairs listening to the radio and cleaning or tending to our dog whom appears to…
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