The 14th.  How… year passing, quickly and quicker as I acknowledge its swiftness.

Working in VV, thinking about going offsite later, but not before I generate some leads for ASBC.

It’s a business now, official, because I am materializing such.  Not some simple fucking manifesting nonsense, but a real projection of vision.  Shaping it into sense and its own scene.

Dinner with my brother last night giving this writer more ideas….  For my brand.  ME, Mike Madigan as a business and product/service.

Journal jumping and loving it rather than scolding or criticizing self and saying I have squirrels.  I do have them, yes, but they are part of the recipe.  The Now, the peripatetic pulse and ever-evolving passion of this Beat.

Coffee made downstairs.  Not espresso.  Beats playing, echoing and creating that vibe and atmosphere, metaphysical complexion to which I best and most musically respond.

09:37, coffee and Nightmares on Wax track.  So happy and calm, the Inward Muse idea now chirping at me… so, I start writing an article, the first of its kind, in this said project.

Project to project and not losing even a subtle or understated sliver of intention or momentum.  My Beat this morrow is unique and terrifically tireless.

09:54… Leadership meeting about to start.  Logging on in 3 minutes I’d say.

Logged on.  One idea to stress, or offer.

Landscapers get here, and it – the sound of a leaf blower – reminds me of small business.  My Story to better understand it.  To collaborate with small biz owners.

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