Gathering in Petaluma later, sales division and I think other departments, in fact yes I know others ‘cause I just ran into someone from Accounting that said they were going.

Today, with no such oddity or pollution like yesterday.  Learning and relearning strength, and what I can decide to do and not do.  So, when that ‘DECIDED’ book is out, I’ll very upfront-ly and candidly concede, I’m still fucking learning.

Nurse and I texting back and forth, busy day for her.  The person I’m training, not a Rep but our first out-of-state Manager, more specifically Field Market Manager.  In Dallas.  He knows his business, and the telecom/tech/ISP worlds.  So, the day is easy and encouraging, inviting.

Mindful pause, not focusing on any one thing, or voice on the other side of the door. But this room, remembering when they first built it back in, what, ’18, ’19?  No idea of the year, but this room has always been a retreat for me.  The couches and carpets, the clock off to my left on the floor for some reason.  That ottoman made of some threaded material.  Wicker but not.

And the quiet.  How right now this is my place.  MINE… to gather, write, appreciate the day gifted to me by the universe, and no narcissistic encroachment.  Obviously that book the Nurse bought me/us having its form and frame shown in my language today.  So I further emphasize Stoic self-care, and prioritization and elevation of SELF.

Again looking around room, taking random pictures with no intended angle or focus.  Writing for my Composition of character and entirety, the isolated and pronounced individualism of this act.