The Story changes, locations change.  But the Character is more or less even.  I’m ME, just deciding to stop a couple currents.  Why some things are allowed to persist, no idea.  Yes I’m talking about me, my character and what I allow, but just the actuality around us.

You see people allowed to protract their ways and certain interactions and “matters”, and you think to yourself, WHAT THE FUCK?

Nothing you can control, but you.  How you react.  How much of it you let land.

Prioritizing SELF-CARE, no.  I am writing the fucking book on it, I’ve decided.

Well, I mean, I don’t know about THE book, but my tone is emphatic I hope enough to communicate my intention.

New Reps walk by with their manager, JQ.  I’ve checked off everything needed.  Loading the car in a second.  In this SELF-CARE project renewed, I’m extracting pressure, cutting it out like a moldy part of a peach.  If that makes sense.

Write everything.  Stop thinking.  See more people from other departments walk by, from eyes’ corners and top part.

Old documents shredded, or sent off to be shredded in one of those big gray bins that I think are cent to some big document death center.  Not sure why I find that so funny but I do.