Taking a moment. Nothing overthought, just me and the space, the quiet and collection. And of all places, here at work. Connectivity… self to self. Not the kind of connectivity measured in bandwidth or signals, but the quieter kind. The human kind. The moment where breath slows down just enough to notice it. Between emails,…
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3-16-26 Office. Something on my mind, distracting me. But deciding to let it go. My focus needs to be here.. HERE. In this Sonic office. Nowhere else. Have to check calendar… back in a sec. Trying to talk myself into running. Maybe later, after lunch…. Put off a money-related appt till tomorrow, EOD. Just talking…
Truth…
Exponential. See and feel, all REAL—
13:12 Managed to write 6.3-ish miles. Shower after and lunch for kids, now we count down till Henry’s T-ball entraînement. Practice… Laughing to myself about earlier, when Nurse said something funny in the Oliver’s cafe and a guy overheard, then walking past us saying “Sounds like true love to me…” We laughed, Nurse a little…
Pages at my fucking homework. Again.
Kids up, coffee earlier. What else did I note… UGH. Writing in the notepad app, to “TextEdit”, then will xfer afterward. Running when it gets warmer, made coffee. Laundry in first, promise to Nurse. She on the Road back to VV… writing schedule to finish book somehow by 3/31…. Emma and Henry going at it,…
Your SELF…
Take care of it… pause, reflect… be kind to SELF— Ignore those voices The injectors, Antithetical to your aims, the peace you seek. Stress doesn’t deserve a set.
3-14-26
Pie Day. Home with kids. No time to write, especially at this time of day. 11:33 Getting Henry in a bit. Motion in all directions, but somehow I decide to STOP letting the motion dictate mine. Later, to park. The day, weather, perfect. Sonoma County, embodied and personified. Deciding everything is for ME, this Story,…
14:33, class over. Best class I’ve had since coming back home to Sonic, possibly.
Readying for Road. What do I need? Both laptops, yeah probably. Taking a second, looking over notes I took while on screen with D & R (whole names never used on this blog, obviously). Replaying my speech yesterday, and how I stopped right at 3min, and no ‘ums’ or ‘likes’, or disruptions of speech. Not…
Deciding that….
You’re done listening to that voice. Whichever one keeps you small. That’s me, now, and lately. The latte tasting better this morning, this music sounds more, I don’t know, rich, or something. Time though, just passing. Our cat, Portobello, behind me speaking not sure what he wants and I’m not letting it sever any composition…
Letting the Story come to me. Forcing nothing. No reactions, no conversation, results, none of it.
Day is meal-planned, something I’ve tried before but was anything but consistent. Running at lunch, no fail…. Gear out, shoes ready. Five miles, more than enough time. Today, it’s like I’m deciding to throw out all the furniture and just write on the floor, legs crossed. Class in 1hr, 14min till class. Should go till…
Back from lunch a bit ago and readying for the speech I’m giving. Three points addressed:
ME… Advice: Stop second-guessing Self. Just fucking STOP. Decided to STOP. This is what carved the Composition and Road of pragmatic positivity…. Practiced Authenticity. Being Authentic, more than just a descriptor, or some tag, bumper sticker… but a new perception and mode of translating all around you. This is what I’m DECIDING to do,…
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