Me, sleepy, fighting to be more lively.

13:57

Class done.  Sitting with no music though now I think I need some.

Written earlier…

Note to self:

You cannot train hunger.
You cannot train kindness.
You cannot train curiosity.

You can only create a space where those things either show up or they don’t.

…so true.

Thought about more coffee but trying to refrain, find energy in the writer.  Deciding on music, lookin over notes for next week’s speaking time.  Pragmatic Positivity, that’s where I’m starting.  Then tying into Practiced Authenticity.  And apply it to everything… journal writing, self-care, running and working out, diet, self-talk.

Seriously, EV-ER-Y-THING.

Enjoying the quiet in this corner and my thoughts of her, our next home, one that is solely OURS.  Then a new business lead falls into my lap.  Wine business-related.  Friend from CHI opening a wine bar our there.  She’s our here doing research, tasting in Napa.

Then I get bitten, by the oeno-bug, AGAIN.  What can I do with wine, education?  Sales and marketing?  What if I didn’t want to do sales or anything sales-like, or marketing?

What if I just wanted to share wine stories?  What was the Cab we had last night?  Shit… did I through the bottle out?  No, in recycling and I took a pic of it and the other Cab, the one my buddy Jose gifted the other day when I stopped by his restaurant to work for a bit.

Back to this Sales Training Lab…. What I’m branding it, what I do for Sonic.  Connectivity, and Connectivity of humans.  The only way to operate, in my mind.  What I’m writing, here, just hours before I’m back in Dad mode.  Missing my babies, but keeping self busy with thoughts and moves to give them whatever they want, need, opportunities or otherwise.

Portobello comes upstairs, stations by the stairs, out of eyeshot but he’s knows I’m here, writing and working and plotting.

Just learned, Sit still long enough and the ordinary starts volunteering.