Only way it can be.

I want to be back on Catalina, other places like it.

Paris, less than four months away.

Checking in on self, weekly project… calm.  Commuting tomorrow to office and already a list of target scribbled in journal.  The Composition book I’ve been using since working for that corporation.  Still can’t believe I did that.  A YEAR.  And yes, I say it like that, like I did time, a stint.

But I’m not letting myself fixate.  Mind now here, and staying.  A more positive place.  More than just “positive”, but reflective, grateful, forever assembling.

My attention is intensified by a magnitude of, I’m not sure.

Everything teaching me the way it didn’t the day before.

Catalina, the drive back, picking up the Nurse from work a bit ago, playing a bit absenteeism away from the desk and doing a Costco run with her.  Something we always enjoy…

The #professormikey story, aggrandizing… I’m not just someone “showing up”, or paying attention, or even being mindful.  I’m being choosing to be taught by the immediate scene, there is always something forming.