And the fucking test I had to pay for, the “diagnostic” as they called it, came up with NO-THING.  But I still had to pay.

In home office, one espresso, a double, down.  May have another… keep this writer in the chair, don’t move I say to myself.

Working on speech/short essay for Thursday.  Trying to focus on that, but this morning is still in my head.  14:53, time for a break.  Yes, already.

Writing about sales, sales training and strategy and trying to shake the ick feeling when I type that word.

Then I think, what if I didn’t use it anymore.  Then what would I use?  Am I avoiding?  NO… just trying to be creative, see it as more than the word, to dispel perception.

Hmmm… maybe that’s where the gold is.

Genuine connection, knowing the character so you can understand the Story.

Writing that…. Changing a few things in my day to day practice and thinking consistencies….  Interesting what a little car incident can initiate.