Taking a minute, focus, center, I know I’m overthinking.  Caught myself walking back to the HR part of the building, trying to sync with a buddy of mine, Mr. Sapp, the one hosting the Speakers meeting tomorrow.

Class today, perfect.  Seriously, I don’t know how I could have asked for, written, prayed for or whatever, a better session.

Sparkling water to celebrate.  Nurse at work, probably busy, not responding.  I don’t know how she does what she does, don’t get me started.  An angel, a solider, a teacher of teachers.

Restroom break quick then writing booth… needed.  You’ll see why—

Writing booth taken so I adapt and sit at this little square table by the pinball machines and video game stations.  I feel empowered, and I want to share it. Sell it maybe eventually, yeah.  But for right now, write it.

Trap it.

Share it wherever and however I can.

Write something for my IG story and it speaks to me.  It’s like, I didn’t even write it.  

I very much did, but this feeling, I can’t—  What made me think of this?  Is that the trail mix, that metaphor of blending elements and textures, communications?  I am puzzled sitting here, and in the best way.