I talk myself back into being ALIVE as I said earlier, with the early morning espresso-lit liveliness by, yes, making espresso.

Back from trip to downstairs coffee bar, focused on my energy and writing to write, making sense later.  Fasting till, well, some point in evening.  36 days….

Kids arriving tomorrow, can’t wait to see them.  Taller each visit, not sure how that’s allowed to happen and why the Story is so insensitive to my realization of their quick tallness, but, that’s the way of this life as Dad, I guess.

Blending projects, and starting NO new ones.  Promising myself, and holding myself to such in a harsh way.

Public Speaking lab in 22 minutes, where this cohort I’m mentoring four people.  The first idea, as I pose in Sales Training, “What is this, and what do you want it to be?” And then, “What do you want it to do for you?  How are you going to make that materialize?” What do I want out of it, this newest gathering or class or club… what can it do for me?

Part of me wishes I didn’t sign up for mentoring, but it’s a new project I guess.  Following through with it.  Writing now with this meditation myself another missive.