How I feel now, Composed.  Confident, and…. Well….. assured.

Manifesting, but in a different way.  Not some corny bumper sticker way.

Not letting Mike Madigan fail, not letting him make excuses, or talk himself out of shit.

12:55, already.  How is the day flying by as it does?  Focus on the moment, as Mom advised so long ago.   Collect in the quiet, in the music of the room and the apparent plainness.  

It’s not plain.  Nothing dismissible or ordinary about now.

It’s pronounced and poetic, and never happening again.