14:10.  Time for some coffee.  Call in 20 minutes with the Dallas Market Manager…. The strength I felt earlier today has only heightened, like the Sales Heights I write about so often.

Coffee, a small and regular not too strong, and while waiting for it.. I DECIDED.

Book done by 3/31/26.

YES.  It has to happen, and it has to be just given the fuck away.

To Sonic people, sales people anywhere, to the Nurse, wherever and whomever.

After second call I’m heading to Jose’s restaurant, writing there and taking another meeting of course.  But this is it… this is the campaign of 2026… I Just DECIDED to STOP.

All self-doubt, drowned out.  Any low estimation of anything, finding anything boring.  Fuck that, everything is content.  Mom once told me when I was venting about not having anything to write about, and that was definitely from being in an unhappy marriage and how support or love or uplifting dialogue never materialized, but…. I was complaining.  Pure and purer.

Mom said, “You have two amazing kids, and you are a college professor, you have plenty to write about…”

And now, there is so much material around me, with the Nurse and coming back to Sonic to be a professor of sales and productivity, and Public Speaking, the commute, RUNNING (like I did at lunch, 5+ miles and tomorrow promising 10k)… I’m stopping with that attitude, like I have to look for content, Stories, words.

They’re here.  Almost too much.

This desk, my work area in this building, like my own private wing.  Like, what do I ever have to pause for?  I should be moving, writing, creating in all hours.