New sales content for trainees, have three students next week.  Two in SoCal, one up here, East Bay.

Five miles ran earlier.  Up the hill, Vaca Valley Pkwy.  The year is already moving with indifference.  Everything is content I tell myself, al rooms.  Me sitting on the floor, looking at the tree in our room with no ornaments.  Took them down about an hour ago, probably a bit more.

Tired, with no warning, but I push through it.  Write through it.  Writing is the content… the keyboard, the thoughts that precipitate.

Deciding to stop with the other, that putrid voice.  From meditation, new practice and calm about my character’s Story, composition.  When I was in high school, first time I heard of someone meditating.  One of my teachers told me.

Mr…. Can’t remember his last name.  But he would tell me how much it helps, how it calms him and makes him feel better, helped him lose weight, gets him ready for the day.

“I honestly can’t remember the last time I didn’t meditate in the morning,” he said.  What brought that to my head, specifically, right now while here on the floor, no idea.  But that’s what has my sight in a certain light.