That’s simple, that straightforward and honestly honest with myself today.

No run.  Too windy and of course too much to do.

Finally some time to SELF in the writing booth…

Day NINE in this last of such trivial countdowns for SELF.  Only reason I’m not quitting is from refusing to let myself.  Again, deciding NO.

DoorDash driver arrives and I needed to hop outside to get lunch for new hire and I.  Caring for SELF through a calming word sequence, letters inwardly, and newly.  No adding anything else… no projects, no timelines, nothing.

Realizing it only adds unneeded voices and layers.  Deciding again that I’m a fighter, and not to quarrel with my own thoughts but to build.  To actually fucking BUILD something.

Aware like I’ve never been.  I ask myself that a lot too, “When have you ever been this strong?”

No response.  There is none, other than the confirmation that this is all a first for the Professor.