Up this morning, looking out our room’s window.

Felt it again—  A switch flipped.  Something clicked.  I just, got IT.

From the feelings of yesterday… no more thought or overthought.

No more excess deliberation or circular meditation.

Acting… writing, creating from what is.

Beautiful drive this morning, clouds and light rain on Arnold, Adobe, Stony Point.  Committed to 10k.  Speech later, on confidence.  And this detachment, if you could call it that, allows all.

I haven’t ever written this freely, lived or created or FELT this free, possibly ever.

Not even in ’21 when everything erupted.  Which I need to write more about, what can they do?

09:45… LoFi jazz-hop in phones, tempted to run earlier than planned, but giving it a minute.

One page at a time.  Already with a storm of content today, contributing to the bigger content storm of 4/1 to 10/1.

Coffee date with the Nurse this morning, a portrait of her….  Coffee in my writing booth here @ HQ… Peace about me, something that in a former life would have NEVER been the ‘quo.

Not much on the calendar, which is nice.  A little exhausted from yesterday’s class, for a particular reason I won’t get into… no need.

09:51….  Stopping.  Appreciating.  Grateful, and in disbelief that I have someone like the Nurse.

I get IT.  The entirety.