Monday December 15th, 2025

09:37

At the desk.  Working on the Report Card project, part of the 30/60/90 for the Sales Teams.  Going into new year, which in my thoughts has already got off the ground, I hold myself to simple markers.  Could be as simple as, “Get up from the chair once today, go to a mirror and smile at yourself to the point of making yourself laugh.”

In fact, I’m doing that.  I’m doing more of that, shit like that.  More for me… my SELF-care and pampering.  I’m not at a spa, but I’m with SELF.  Here on the page and plotting.  Yes, plotting.

A certain survival instinct but the healthiest kind.

Coffee is here, smiles be ME.

Should put that on a cup or mug and sell it.

No need for any motivational quote or sayings, all the forward push this writer needs is here at this desk and in events recent.  What I have to shed, or just directly cut loose.

09:47…..  Day 42 in my personal 30-60-90 Story.  Consolidation, my aim for these next couple days.  Taking some things from the loft and brining them here, but some if not much to be disposed of.  Clutter is like a mind contagion.  Seriously.  It does not impact me in any sort of favorable way.

Want more time to read in this new year… actually, putting some time on the calendar for today.  Done.  Field Sales meeting at 11:00, which gives me an hour.

To do what.  Thinking about getting my run out of the way now, just a quick 5k.  Why not.  What’s the temp—  oh fuck, 45.  Not an excuse Mikey, get out there.

Okay, suiting up.  NOW.  I swear…

10:28, have everything on.  Ready to launch but stalling.  Shocker.  Enjoying Eric Hilton through this speaking I brought over from the loft.  More music, I tell myself.  AND, poetry.  Just wrote one. Quick, seven lines, to this Hilton beat.