And poetry speaking to me, calming me and putting a tone of confidence about this writer that he hasn’t felt in….  The GM of my day, life, business, and education practice at Sonic.  How am I this elevated?  Last year, depending on the Universe to gift me something.  Till I realized that NO—  I need to reshape.  Redesign, rewrite.

Branding, marketing, narrative and CLEAR & CONFIDENT Communication, like I stress tat work with my trainees.  Sorry, but yesterday’s meeting with the Sales Ops Manager, S, a longtime colleague and acquaintance, I don’t know I’m just strong this morning.  Not fearing a goddamn thing. 

What can hurt me?

What can get under this thicker diarist skin?

09:14 and the day is barely sitting upright.  Nurse at work.  I message her.  Hit all my journals and move a little money one way, the a little more this way, and then into my pocket for day.  Taking myself to lunch I decided.

This feels fucking amazing.  Mental HEALTH, confidence, MINDFULNESS…. Not thinking in terms of hashtags even though that’s what it seems like, but seriously this office’s walls are telling me where to be and stay and what to write and have a radicalized sense of SELF-belief and Onus.

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Given Away

Everything you draw

Spite and snarl, echo

Pitiful puddle, circling, dizzying

Yourself more than watchers

Ears with corks, better

So, hearing something else

It was that simple

Should have gone off several squares

Ago