NEW DAY

Deciding that stressing and overthinking are illegal.  More like a ruling.

Like I’m a judge in my own court.

Creating feeling, and fuck the result, consequence, response, whatever.

You know how amazing this feels?

One deadline for day, later.

I’m here, in this Beat, moment, scene, and not trying to fix or improve or edit a single thing.

Smiling.  Latte done, I think.  Yep, done.  So, not rushing.  Going back and forth between this book and another project….  Hold on—

Sales Academy, like a playground, or lab.  Drawing board.  Making today not only count, but be determinant…. Trying to “look” as alive as I can today.

Thoughts now:  love, gratitude, impatience, some no-name feelings, and thinking of how many years are attached to my name.  47.

FORTY.SEVEN.

WHAT.THE……. FUCKFUCKFUCK.

Seriously, how did I get this old?  

Felt myself feeling sleepy earlier this morning, even thinking about taking a nap, before NINE!  No…. So, I’m alive.  Not just alive-looking.

More coffee.  That has to help.  It always does.

New in a day.  Couple hours.  Not even.

Only so many hours, stay drawing.  Stay ALIVE—