4-6-26

The week starts.  Meditating, sending notes to Field Sales Market Managers in SoCal, then Dallas.  Invites going out later this morning.

Reservations about one of my projects, trying to talk myself out of a defeatist thought rope.  So far not working, but I’ll figure it out.

Waking up, right before 5, and the journaling class finding me again.  Free-writing, notes to self, those inward jots that I’ve always seen as so invaluable.

Not announcing anything, or starting some new project I won’t finish or won’t be able to give adequate time.  No… just writing about it.  Here…

This morning, today, this WEEK— Everything, simplified.  Singularized, as best I can.

Latte and LoFi, peace.. nothing, and NO ONE, allow to cut it.  Even slightly.  I’m just ignoring those energies, and the twits that harbor such vocals and thoughts and devilish actions.

Feeling this free, indescribable.

The GM of my day, this sitting, anything.  Honestly, AN-Y-THING.