Making this office a home for me.  Like, a REAL home.  5 coffee cups.  Well, one I need to take back to the house, since I technically bought it for the Nurse.

Starting my printed business.  Coffee cups, mugs, maybe journals next but starting with COFFEE.  No shocker there.

Ugh… I need to run but don’t want to.  I know, I see it all over IG, “Do it anyway.” Yeah, well, I’ll try.

Low 50s outside, and it’s beyond cozy and comfortable in here.

So, here I am… indecisive.  So then make a goddamn decision Mike, stay in the office.  Write, enjoy some time to SELF.

Okay, so that’s done.  And honestly… never mind.  It’s done.

11:36 progress in the day and the feeling of fearlessness and gratitude, and a comic book superhero-like strength dominates my attitude.

Seriously, what do I have to fear or worry about?  I wish this feeling for anyone reading, and anyone not.

“My Peace is in this cup. Don’t you dare disrupt.” Just scribbled this note on a small piece of lined paper from a pad I forgot about, on my desk.  The theme of peace but too a willingness to defend it, at whatever cost.  And solely through words.  Poetry.  Writing… THE JOURNAL.