Stop thinking and wondering, second-guessing and double-taking.  WHY.

It gets you nowhere.

I elect confidence and SELF-Belief.

Simplifying by not thinking.

Just moving.

Texting the Nurse and seeing everything as it should be.  Would say “as it should have been”, addressing the past life.  But here I am.

And I’m happier.  Or, ACTUALLY happy.  Free…

Part of me doesn’t want to run.  Shit…. Should I battle this voice, or just decide to STOP it.

In its slither….  DONE.

Excitement for a new route, somewhat the same straightaways on the one street I can never remember, and Stony Pt, but, somewhat, different.

Launching for this fucking run.  Making myself do it.  STOP, with the thoughts, the thinking, the wondering… the if-ing.  Just fucking stop, Mikey…

@@@@@……..

6.38 miles later, and I’m at the desk seeing the brilliance, can’t think of a better and more applicable word, brilliance of whim.

Not thinking.  No circles.

No repeat.

Nothing stressed over or wondering “If I do that, then…” Or, “But if this doesn’t work out, then…”

Finished with that thought.  Stopped.  Dead.  No more.  And how I feel?  Liberated.

Writing in the book, for the first sitting in days.

Notes prepared for VP and Sales Ops Director meeting.

I’m atop my world.  I’ve never had this. This feeling.  This strength, confidence.  Staying humble, but recognizing and celebrating my strength.

Sorry… 6.37 miles.