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Tag: attitude
Note2SELF this morning….
Calm. Composition… Character. ☮️
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13:46 Back in Windsor, “my” place. Nurse to be here later. Oliver and I driving over together, I’m Mr. Dog Mom today. First time I’ve ever done it and it’s easy ‘cause Oliver is an easy character. Four-legged character. Should be in a meeting soon, just waiting ….. On call. Observing one of the inside…
End of day, and home. Starting a new Story and test for self. Will tell more later, but I’m actually doing it.
Finding stories and more possibilities within self. Hear kids next door, playing. Envying their voices and energy. Wanting that for myself so I write it into existence. Planning on waking early tomorrow and running. At least five miles. Back in the habit my buddy Abe and I shared of being at the gym at 04:00….
Be one of the Mad Ones…
the ones desirous of everything, but singularized and composed.
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Take time for yourself. Step back, don’t feel that you always have to be “producing”. Quiet is okay, stillness is healthy…. Taking time to collect is a way to self-empower and heal if needed. You’ll discover new ideas, strengths, questions and things to pursue. You can always start over, you can always re-write…. Take the…
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I should get back to work. Take a breath…. This blog is About EVERYTHING, and this is part of it. Where there’s a struggle, and perhaps a bit of pain. Show the readers something, other than this fucking whining. Back into the prospecting pool…….. But wait first write how it’s going to go. I will…
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More play in your work, more creative and wandering, exploration and unplanned flight. That’s when you discover.
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Enthusiasm blended with presence is a finder, fixer, healer, and holder.
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This time we’re all in, teaching me more. Slowness is a time to gather and incubate, plan and see and create. It’s easy to fall into a pessimism pit. But what if you directed that energy in an opposite direction. What if you convinced yourself that you could fly above the obstacles, and through them,…
REMEMBER.
Nay-saying harpies are empty-headed echos that never find their ground.
