This GM of my Story and room.

Nurse and I rushing out of the house this morning, coffee then the Road.  The latte dead long ago, and me here at work feeling like something happened.  Like my wiring has been fused with a new ado.

Nothing Shakespearean, or even Kerouac or Plath-mapped.  Something with no moniker or known mode.

09:38….  Sales Training, more of a life exploration and extended encouragement of curiosity and self-discovery…. Will write more later.

All in the bottle being poured, new letters and notes and exploration, possibilities in which we walk now materializing and kindly guiding.

Learning from this morning and my own energy.  My own inner-narration.  Singularization and consolidation.  This morning is more than anything I can describe, different than those other AM’s that inspire.

I AM I AM I AM….  Reading my own arm.  The old and renewed brag of my heart.

Eager to get out and run, in a meeting now.  Quiet authority in simply being here.

Eagerness today.  A kinetic pull.  A sensation of momentum gathering like wind pressing gently against this running writer’s back.