I’m acknowledging the mood, and how I feel, but DECIDING to move anyway.

In this journal, this book, this life, this new career….

TEN DAYS, till the Nurse and I read vows.  Stunned.  Thought the day would just keep stepping away from us.  But here we are.

Moving, and assessing everything about ME, this morning.  From mood and attitude, to energy level.  It’s on ME.

More than a mere octave of onus, but DECISION.

How the day is going to go, because I fucking said so.  No way I’m giving any other day more attention and presence than TO-DAY.

‘7127’ …. More later, but I just want it typed here, to confirm to me and anyone reading, that I’m building, in a fearless way that no one has ever witnesses in a Mike Madigan.

Office quiet, but there that distant zoom-zoom of exchanging voices.  It wakes me up, a little.

Paris is closer.  I want that air, all buildings, and all the fucking espresso I can live and RE-live.