11:42

About to run…

5 miles.  Now back in office and wondering what next for the writer staring at the screen knowing he’s overthinking and he even has a slide in his training deck that says, “DON’T OVERTHINK THIS.”

Wow, he thinks to himself.  “Fucking hypocrite.”

In the writing booth, last cup for the day.  A small.  Victory laps…. VICTORY.FUCKING.LAPS.

What and how I’m feeling, who I feel like.

This week’s project, a seminar to itself.  Like and Inward Zen-minar.

In this morning’s writing, notes voiced into the phone getting onto 505 to begin he commute to HQ, “…one belief, one value, one Road that when followed relentlessly elevates EVERYTHING. All dimensions of Life.”

Not writing it, just knowing it.  Knowing so with more depth and fire.  Coffee talking back to me, confirming my character and where I am.  Every day from this STL (Sales Training Lab).

The practice, the habit, conversations, language.  Mike Madigan, where he is and what is the Road ahead of him.  More than the Lab, or this blog, but the entirety of the Composition.  Of life, I mean.

Coffee, want my own shop.  Seriously.  I mean, at some point.  Or, just enjoying the idea of it.  Something small, but known.  I don’t want it to get so busy that people can’t wait to get there and when they do there’s a big fucking line…. 

Back to desk.