12:15, early lunch done.  And now time to write and enjoy some time to SELF… a true dose of self-care about to materialize.  One of the painters comes up.

There goes the quiet.  No complaints, just logging occurrence.  QBR meeting went well, thinking of getting out of the house, changing scene, maybe the coffee place down the block that I ran past.

Front door open, hear a plane overhead.  Small single-engine something.

Stuck, where do I go in this entry.  SELF.CARE.  Focus on the character, and how that mind can be migrated and amplified in this Sales Training Curriculum, the QBR coming up where I have to present.

Thought the VP’s ask was interesting, the way he worded it…. “What happened, Why did it happen, What happens next…?”

I keep repeating this to myself, and think of the book, and other projects I have moving and then think maybe I have too much going on.

Didn’t I promise myself I’d stop?

Isn’t that part of the book’s fucking title?

Mikey, seriously, JUST.DECIDE.TO.STOP.

Done.  Moving on… coffee, here, for now.  Meeting at 1400 with one of my students, his 30-Day check-in.  Asking different questions in this session.  I want to know his character.. his aims, what is he doing.  What’s happened, why, and what next?

The VP’s words now attach to everything I think, all visions and images, hypothetical play-outs in my head.  Thought about it on the run, and sitting here just above the front door, I think of it again.  I ran at a healthy pace in the heat, hit more than the distance goal.

Why did that happen?  I DECIDED it that route and its miles would be written, at least with respectable per-mile rate.

NEXT???  That’s the topic.  And I’m overthinking the fuck out of it.

There you go!  No more thinking, just doing.  Acting.  Moving.