No run today, again.  Too much to do…

One project, then another.  No more new ones, I swear…. Like my head is spinning and the mind is desperate to escape itself.

Was talking with a guy from another department, Logistics I think, in the break room a minute ago, telling me he’s rowing during the week after work then running 8 miles with a friend on the weekend.

I need to completely rewrite my fitness routine.  I mean, COM-PLETE-LY.  Promising myself again a morning workout consistency.  Let’s call tomorrow DAY ONE.  Or, just start tomorrow I tell myself.

Little snack a bit ago.  Telling myself NO LUNCH.  Work in some hidden office somewhere here on campus and build content.  The Content Storm started yesterday.  Haven’t posted a thing today, yet.

Nothing on the calendar.  A day to create something, or more than one ‘something’.

I feel like one of my past students, unable to write anything.  I need a prompt.  NO… where I am and what I’m doing.

In office.

Not many here.

Nothing on the calendar.  I could literally leave, just go somewhere and no one would raise issue.

That sort of autonomy is dangerous, for sure.

Committing myself to a call, later.  Then another.  Two contacts for ASBC, hopefully.  That’s the mind I’m staying in for the day – Small Business Creative, and Storytelling… thought of the wine idea, a blog I started years ago and really never fully committed to.

Then, my friend Jose’s restaurant…. That’s a good place to start.

One of my contacts emailed, hopefully he’ll provide me some new contacts, old leads, something to get the ship sailing.

Not sure I’m posting any of this…. Or maybe it all needs to be in the air.

Flying toward its target – ME.

The book, Deciding to STOP…. What I need to do now, with this funk.  Lull… mood-mud as I sometimes say.

No more coffee.  Handling this with words, quiet.. messaging the Nurse.  That helps.

There is no singular sting, today.  No sting at all, if I can note for myself and read myself write that as I write it.  Fucking SNAP OUT OF IT.

Replaying memories with the Nurse, so many of them.  I message her this and I smile…

Elevating.  Gaining altitude.

This “Content Storm” that I started yesterday, going to 10/1, the day before the wedding… centering this Small Business Creative idea.

In my writing booth.  Meet another that I haven’t before, think that’s twice this week that such has occurred.

My shape and ethereal form changes.  Rewritten…. BOOM.  Done.  Like one of the authors I follow I just fucking WROTE IT.

And, honestly, the Nurse and her words….  My Composition, now Composed.  And I need a celebratory act…. What.  What exactly…

Possibly taking the writer out to lunch.  Del Valle, as so many times you’ll find me.