Nothing. No one. Not allowed. The motions you fear are mostly painted on thin air, convincing only because you keep staring at them. Step forward anyway. Momentum is a quiet rebellion. One small action becomes a second, then a third, until doubt has nowhere left to stand. Today does not require perfection. It only asks…
Tag: amwriting
10:11 ::::: Break. Just talking with this student, who used to teach high school Spanish at a charter school in the city…
Me, sleepy, fighting to be more lively. 13:57 Class done. Sitting with no music though now I think I need some. Written earlier… Note to self: You cannot train hunger.You cannot train kindness.You cannot train curiosity. You can only create a space where those things either show up or they don’t. …so true. Thought about…
Back from gym. Didn’t hit 10k on belt, but went over 6. Self-care.. SELF.CARE.
Can’t say it enough to myself. Doing something that makes you not just happy but feel fucking wildly alive. 13:15, heading to shower in couple minutes. Rain, some wind, not in the mood to do much. Need to get outside though, where should I go? Thinking coffee, or just stay here. Force myself to stay…
Cleaning. That’s the goal this morning. Not physical cleaning of like things on the desk although there’s a bit of that too, yes.
More of a life acknowledgment and appreciation. What I see, day to day. Today I attack stress, and give myself some relief. Breathe, don’t freak out, be more fucking honest with yourself. This is something that scribbled in my head yesterday, literally writing itself and for some reason I didn’t take the however many…
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Indecisive, just being honest. What’s my focus, what is my subject matter, where am I an expert? Then I realize, too many fucking questions. Taking a walk around the office after this interview… Interview over and day slows. Meeting in 15 minutes, but nothing exceptionally pressing. Speaking for myself. Moving for SELF, my character now…
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…
10-2-25
In office. 09:51. Quiet. Meeting with VP at 11:00. Running today without any excuses or delays, or no-show from me on pavement. Running today, no doubt. 5k to 5 miles, somewhere in there. Going slow. Distance is the goal so just telling myself, “FIVE MILES, you’re doing five miles.” 10:44, meeting in a bit, no…
9-30-25
Booked event for sales team, for next month. Now back to scribbling ideas on Key Behaviors Project, and the ‘Assessment Hub’, as I call it. Peaceful day, listening to a LoFi playlist meant for studying, and focus. It called for rain, but now…. Wanting another latte, with the disappointment of no rain. Might treat the…
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“So alive and electric and fearless today, babe…” I just wrote the Nurse. And I am. Can’t hold it in place, can’t bottle it. Maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s simply being here, present, anchored in this shifting routine I’ve carved out inside ’50—what we call this building. 1:36 PM. So quiet it feels staged,…
In office a little late but I’m catching up. Meetings all day.
Singularizing, simplifying. Thinking of my brother Chris’ stories and explanations of how he built his business. The cowering space, the cafe, and other. I see what I’m doing wrong. Or maybe not wrong, but what I could improve. Again, simplifying. Lunch comes and goes, and I’m standing at the desk with two of my three…
Back from a day long and stuffed with baseball hours. Kids relaxing, me as well. Deserved, so well-deserved.
How I am with myself, the inward scribbles and talk, how it forms and the resulting tangibles. Wish I could spend the day tomorrow in content production mode, but no. Office. Meetings. And more meetings. All the internet talk. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but this Professor Mikey drawing board is electric and…
Writing this morning and new mind about me. Being a champion, fighter, just accepting the visions I have as real.
Traveling the world with the Nurse, writing a book in this condo and keeping this condo as just that – a Windsor Writing Station. Much the same the new train station down the street has become realize by Windsor’s town. 9:24 AM… kids playing outside, me shredding some papers as I more and more hate…
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