Where they try to develop and assemble.

Not today, I told myself a minute ago.  Not interested.

Got up and walked around, finally exercised that objectivity that can show you more.

Where you see what you’re maybe doing wrong, or how you could be more thoughtful with your time.

Long exhale just now, in this quiet room in one of the buildings, the room I refer to and many here as well as the ZenDen.

Meditate, MINDFUL, grateful that I’m here and not at that last place.  Honestly, how the fuck did I survive that?

Nearly hopped over to another project, got distracted— NO.  Following through.  More and more, the more I age, I’m obsessed with discipline.  That’s what this ‘I Just DECIDED to Stop’ thesis is about.  I mean, mostly.

Deciding that I don’t want to do that anymore, have that habit… don’t want to talk myself out of shit, don’t want to stall, or wonder so much fucking times over WHAT IF.

In sales, you can’t think excessively.  You have to act, move, trust the SELF and in no way preoccupy with negative outcomes, some thinly threaded “possibility” that something may not work out the way you want.

FUCK.IT.

My voice, now….  Empowered by the Nurse’s story, thinking of some of its attributes which I’m not disclosing here.  If you ever meet her, you can ask her.  Just know, that STRENGTH and SELF-BELEIF are pronounced and prophetic pillars in her prose.