Article posted on bottledaux.com, with the intention and vision of turning the site into a SELF-Care content agency.  Quite honestly, I had the idea this morning at Peet’s getting coffee with the Nurse and have been haunted by it before that so this morning I decided to write.

Part of it, to be honest, was to break the lull and mood-mud-cloud I was in.  Focusing on things and people I can’t in any way control, AND playing out events in my head that have not even fucking happened, literally poisoning myself.

So,  I DECIDED to Stop.

My book’s title becoming a bell rung daily, no joke.  Designing a course for work, thought about it for weeks then decided to kill my fucking procrastination right where it stands.  Knowing your Playbook/Toolkit. 

Talked about it in trainings, but never really developed the idea in any official brushstrokes.

Work, I remind myself – WRITE ABOUT IT.  All of it.  The boring shit, anything exciting or encouraging, for example how Sales Training is said to be soon “operationalized”, whatever that means.

The time is now.

RIGHT.FUCKING.NOW.

To live from these projects, begin the disembark from conventional rev production.  Encouraged, on my own.. no mentor or fucking “coach”, nothing like that.  Just my own ideas… like this blog says, SELF Educating-Elevating-Creating my own way.

My own Road.

13:01… calling our Support Development Manager after 14:30, just to go over a couple things.  Other than that the day is free, open, mine.  Heading to gym with Nurse later, and then… no plans.  To the office tomorrow.

No Trainees this week.  So, I collect.  Not forgetting I said this week would be its own project, OWNING all the days and learning from them uniquely, whatever they produce, procure.

Carpet guy going step by step and I can’t help but want to see metaphoric manuscript in it.  The intensiveness, the deliberate movements, how one area’s given more focus than another.

The war in Iran, everyone’s choice topic, it seems.  And me, not sure what to think.  How about anything but… so I do.  Shift and move, not stay in one place.  Keep climbing, walk that stairs metaphor.

The Nurse, our Story, where we’re going, and how time just moves, moves again and I try to journal it however I can then I think maybe don’t write anything.  Just be ‘present’, mindful if you will.