Just got back from coffee with Nurse.  Talking about the weekend we just had, how we needed it, and while her and I offered thoughts and insights and reflections, I thought about organizing the day, where I start writing.

The book, not done in the next 8 days, I can almost assure.  So.. stay here on the blog for a bit.  Delay due date.  Till whenever, no decision now.  No need for one.

Project, this week.  Not like the last few times I said.  This week, OWN.

Owning everything.  You just tell yourself you’re going to.  I did, I am, and the week is off the ground.  Up go the wheels.

Nurse comes up to show me something funny on Instagram, she does that often and I love it when she does.  No such scene in a past fucking life, that’s for sure.

Waiting on meeting confirmations from 2 ppl in company.  No holding breath, and not urgent necessarily.  If anything this is confirmation to me, and them, that I’m in character.  This morning and always.

That’s the routine now, I sing to myself.  Yes, sing, not talk or whisper, note or meditate.  SING…. Starting all days on the blog.

I’m a blogger, right?  Capturer of everyday moments and translating them to show that everything happening is significant, right?  Some message, some suggestion, or just the Universe telling you what you should do.

This morning, soon as eyes opened and saw the trees and that morning hue I still have trouble wording, I replayed the weekend, yesterday and day preceding.  Time, quick and merciless.  It doesn’t check in, make sure you’re living properly and stepping in a grateful Beat.

You either are, or the opposite.

The aim of this week is to OWN this new habit, this immediate needed rewrite.