WFH, looking outside at rain and wind pushing the vines one way then another. ZEN, all about this morning. All journals hit. Feels funny saying that, at first, to me. But then makes perfect sense. Of course it fucking does. I’m a writer… My life is arranged in journals. 10:46. Already? Running, at the gym. …
Nearly time for lunch meeting with the Dev Trainer Team. Bringing a blank page.
Taking my brand to another cosmos. That’s what I want.. what I know will happen. More than just some sense or “goal”. 11 minutes. Not chasing balance, chasing depth. A volume and walk, a new BEAT about me. Well into this new stand. Sonic as a company with its interaction to be bold, and high-performing,…
In office. Made rounds. Some rain on the drive. 09:10
Settling in. Organizing the desktop of the work laptop, a priority. Has to be done. Today, rewriting much in the Story. Lunch with the Dev Trainers later, and now… almost forgot… the Sales Trainer Lab project. Promising myself this will be the last project for a while. Till others begin to produce and prove lucrative….
Day’s already folding up shop. Time’s a con artist —
always promising more and then vanishing with the goods. I’m knee-deep in a scheduling conflict, which is basically my way of saying I’ve overcommitted and now I’m negotiating peace treaties with my own sanity. Not stressing, though. No, no — I’m enlightened now. Floating in the sacred Beat of what I can “control.” Which, as…
Meeting in 15. 10:45
Already feel myself talking me out of a run. Ugh, SHUT.UP. I’m running, that’s it. 4 miles. Know the route, easy and flat so there is no acceptable excuse. One goal for the day – RUN. And, fasting till mid-afternoon. AND… start the Sales Training Lab project on Teams. Invite one person, and I know…
09:35, latte #2. A small. Sipping slow, still feeling the first.
Maybe I should sip faster, realizing I have multiple journals and projects in tow. Breaking my promise to SELF, of no more journals or projects or anything. My 30-60-90 project becoming an obsession, in tandem with the DECIDED book. Nurse downstairs listening to the radio and cleaning or tending to our dog whom appears to…
Home and day winding down. Bowled with the kids, lunch here. Now we enjoy the day, ZEN, relaxed, no planning pressure.
Thoughts about the book circle around me and the kids unknowingly tell me what to write. Like they’re working and getting a check but not knowing. Why do I say that? Because all this is for them. My career, the writing and blogging, notes for Sales Reps at Sonic… SONIC, my return home has changed…
Coffee.
Writing. HAPPINESS. Imagine that…
11-9-25
//////// 09:15 Emma watching a show, Henry playing with his toys, Jack just relaxing and possibly playing a game on the third floor. Writing the DECIDED book, formally. Yesterday in car voice texting myself. Notes and thoughts, in the moment sketches and musings, realizing the Architecture idea, applying to mood and my decisions. Whom I…
11-7-28
Home and ready for the day. 08:16 Took Nurse rio work after coffee and now I’m at the keys. Left a dream earlier this morning thinking about strength and conviction, purpose, being stronger. Making something materialize like Dad or the Nurse. So driven his morning that focus is fucking near impossible. First couple hours of…
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09:27 settling in office. Meeting pushed to 15:00 which gives me time to run and other, showing the Story, building it… aligning with inventoried projects, like tracks of an album. Drive – raining lightly, especially on Adobe Road, clearing then starting again on Petaluma Hill Road toward Santa Rosa. Told the Nurse in a voice-sent…
5. Felt myself getting lazy, unmotivated.
Stagnant I guess, a little complacent. But then, I forced myself to sit down. Start a new project and associate it with the 30-60-90 for SELF and work. Sales Training Thoughts and Light Advice, what I’m calling it. Think that’s what I named it. But it is NOT just a sales thing. It’s for…
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