19:46

Back from dinner with Nurse and two of her friends, both Nurses.

Me, waking early tomorrow.  And running.  Testing SELF.  Just what I need.  Realization.

At the table with a stainless Chard, thoughtful and calm and wanting to share ideas.  No vein intention, just to read.  In fact, NO—  No “speaking” engagements.

I don’t want to be a “professional speaker”, and if you’ve been reading my blog I don’t have to tell you that.

I’m a writer, I put the sentences in formidable formations, forming some sort of form, that says… something.

Me, a Sales Trainer.  But the title, no.  That’s not all I am.

Let’s get away from titles for a second… checking in with sales teams……..

Winding down.  Numbers aren’t bad.  Good for them, I say to myself, then think how envious I am of that journey.  The door-to-door board.

Productivity and walking, the conversations, words, new characters.  And … I don’t know.  I’m in a Road, one new and more reflective.

Is this age?

Yeah, probably.

My book, Deciding to STOP, but maybe I shouldn’t stop.

Maybe, keep exploring.  Stay in the random stride and street and Beat and not-so-neat read.

Ce soir – Me, BEAT.