11:27.  Lunch.

12:58…..  Lunch over and me trying to stay on-task with the curriculum pieces I’m putting together.  Coffee but it’s not helping.  So what do I do, asking myself… don’t come up with an answer.  Making that the case.

Stay whim-driven, randomized.  That’s the only way to dig out of this lull.

See guys outside moving boxes, holding them over their shoulder.  What are they doing, I wonder.  What department are they in, what’s their STORY???

Needed some time in this booth, as I so often do on office days.  May be experiencing identity fatigue, something I just learned about.  This has to come from overthinking, right?  Or is it that somehow I think I have to ‘perform’, often?

This has me interested… so, I live life like a free-write.  That simple, that Mindful, for my Mental Health and SELF-Care, sound fair?

Next meeting isn’t for another nearly 90 minutes.  Fuck… I know I should be editing those quizzes from the Inside Sales team, but I need this.

THIS… for me.  This quiet in the booth, this time for me, inventorying theaters and to-do’s, but not exhaustively.

Feeling sleepy, rubbing eyes, refocused on project and advanced further than I thought I would.  I was completely not just overthinking the project but dissecting it in a way I didn’t need to.  And, what a shock, that lead to doubt.

SELF-doubt.  And why… WHY.  STOP, Mikey… see more in it.

Tomorrow up early, get the run out of the way as soon as you get to the office.  Shooting for another 10k, maybe longer.

I need a war, I tell myself.  Didn’t I write the other day, on the blog, that I woke up feeling like a fighter, or something like that?

Well, fucking PROVE IT.