And the day changes shape.  Not sure I’m getting a run in, and that’s fine.  Doesn’t feel right.  Would be forced, and not enjoyable.

Will do the 6 I had penned for today, tomorrow.  Moving on…

Lunch with old SE at noon.  Talking about Curriculum.  Just now in the Ops meeting, seeing everything as material, and something from which to learn.  Exchanging silly messages with the Nurse.

Nothing pressing right now, just taking time to myself, thinking, enjoying thoughts and dwelling in colorful possibilities.

About to break from the desk, go into the Zen Den, write in a focused seat.  Nothing pulling me one way or another.  For the Sales.Training.Lab., and other energies if I can.

Offering this writer a challenge, wake early tomorrow, as in EAR-LY.  05:00.  Yes, that dreamt-of hour.  I can do it, I now I can.  The ability is there, and the want has to be equal to or higher than the acknowledgement of can-do.

11:49.  I’m everywhere.. writing a map.  MIL Journal, EVERY DAY, then this blog.  And then there’s other projects, so…. How do you singularize?  Well, maybe I just need to boot that idea out of my brain, entirely.

Okay done.  No more.  Hear about an old friend from the wine industry coming aboard, in the Texas market.  My friend from Recruiting, who’s actually the Sr. Recruiter, passed by my desk and told me.  Feeling, I don’t know… proud, strong, unconcerned any negative voices.  And honestly it feels bloody AMAZING.  Not letting it go.