Ides of September.

Same mood, but amplified today.  Fearless and confident and not explaining much.  Owing no explanation.  Well, anywhere.  To anyone.

Between the exits, where the ideas find me, where the confidence builds and these words circle and sing and stampede for me.

This morning’s drive, maybe just another one, or maybe not.

Office now, of course, sipping coffee and honestly laughing at all this opportunity in front of me.

Taunting, like… come and get me, MADIGAN.

Love it… and I’m moving, but with a pace I(!!!!!) DECIDE.

Another cup after this.  The two things I definitely had to tend to immediately, already done.  So.. about 90 minutes to SELF.  So I perpetuate and devote more passion and Beat to this travel.

Nurse messaging me.  We, 17 days from Alter.  Vows.  Our people, there for us.

Where the truest of true and meaningful manuscripts leaves the ground.  The flight we’re on already, but higher altitude.  Determined by us, the ones writing, deciding, love each Beat.

In the morning, you think about the day and how it might go, but why?  Have your attention and presence be in the immediate moment.  The richness and reward, is between the exits.

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