Something… strenuous, challenging, truly a stretch or strain. One beneficial and educating. Nothing listed here, and no promises. Just writing my mode for the day. Reviewing yesterday, working at the new spot. But, today, not moving. Part of the plan, day’s design. Writing freely, and trying to talk to this page differently. Looking at yesterday’s…
Author: mikemadigan
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Changed Design Day
Different writing seat, out of the house. Downtown Vacaville after an errand. What am I looking for? What is the destination? Maybe I don’t want one. Starting to see that trouble often materializes from an obsession with finality. Wanting to finish, wanting to reach ‘it’, wanting a reward or pay out, a broken ribbon. I’ve…
10k, just like that. Another case of not wanting to run and making this writer get out there.
Was thinking like a fighter on the back 3 miles. Like I had to, the Me v ME idea. I felt it and believed it. At the desk. 13:08. About to get in shower and have lunch somewhere but, no idea where. Work at the coffee place down the street. OR… Stay where you are. …
Tuesday.
And poetry speaking to me, calming me and putting a tone of confidence about this writer that he hasn’t felt in…. The GM of my day, life, business, and education practice at Sonic. How am I this elevated? Last year, depending on the Universe to gift me something. Till I realized that NO— I need…
Today…
All day. Any day.
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Monday December 15th, 2025 09:37 At the desk. Working on the Report Card project, part of the 30/60/90 for the Sales Teams. Going into new year, which in my thoughts has already got off the ground, I hold myself to simple markers. Could be as simple as, “Get up from the chair once today, go…
Cold…
Love this time of year.
Needing the ocean.
For my soul.
A day of ME.
That’s what I’m promising. Appropriate precursor for the new year. Finally at the desk after making a second pass at Peet’s. Just a small coffee. Now here, meditative. Not expecting anything. Just intaking the morning and this room. Building my fortitude, or compiling character in a way I never have. I can see myself changing. …
Trying to write more poetry. And honestly….
Only that. In verse. No long paragraphs and no conventional structure. What’s tattooed on both forearms?? VERSE. No prose. So… Here I fly, new throws, boat rowed. 15:39 and needed new modes. From the stage, the theatre that for some reason refuses to halt, or breathe, so that needs to be me— Survivalist, my attention…
12:37 ===== Sonic Office, the Zen Den… haven’t written here in a while. Closed off from rest of office, quiet and private, nearly soundproof but not quite.
Gathering in Petaluma later, sales division and I think other departments, in fact yes I know others ‘cause I just ran into someone from Accounting that said they were going. Today, with no such oddity or pollution like yesterday. Learning and relearning strength, and what I can decide to do and not do. So, when…
Note2SELF this morning….
Calm. Composition… Character. ☮️
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