They’re not meant to just stay fucking dreams.  Anyone in “sales” has to sell themselves first.

I’ve thought this before obviously, but today it hits harder, and echoes louder.

Quiet in the break area, at my writing booth.  Two more meetings before this writer can leave.

Gratitude for the coffee, the hum of the refrigerator, everything in this current feeling.

Altering the 60-day vision, but just slightly.  Not saying how, but the idea just pierced my perception.  Lovely…

Choosing this stillness, this pause, the Zen inherent, and studying it.  Distilling it to new skill.