I want to hear other conversations…. People talking, their stories.  Two people at my writing booth, talking about cooking, and then running, then waking up super early and running and working out.  FUCK, I say to myself.  I need to get up at get it out of the way.

Chris last night telling me that’s what he does, and it feels amazing.  He went so far as to be clear he is addicted, and needs it.  If he doesn’t do it, “…Dude, my day is fucked and I can’t sell.  So it literally no joke costs me money if I don’t run in the morning.”

I’m doing it.  Starting TO-MORR-OW.  Planned workout, run in the nearby neighborhoods.  5 mile quota.

Still here.  Should be at the desk, but I’m comfortable.  And going through the Design projects….  My site, the Mental Health Flash Cards project, SipLife, DiscoverLife (working title), and stopping there…. New idea of a virtual cafe/creative community workspace.  Haven’t started the site yet, starting with a splash page…. Coffee, espresso, just writing the ideas down.

That’s where this writer’s starting…

OH, and the #coffeezenlove project.  OMG how could I forget that one???  Been obsessed with it, of late.  Even the Nurse is noticing, loving what I’ve shared with her.