Coffee’s cold but I don’t care, honestly. Listening to lofi people walking by and smiling each with a unique greeting and I couldn’t be having a better Monday if I fucking tried. 3 PM meeting cancelled. Recruiting meeting at 2:30, giving self another project but this one personal, revolving around our wedding. This weekend, two…
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journal morning stop collect
9-21-25 The MAAP. Attitude and its Architecture, making a project of it, for ME. Thinking this morning about the week ahead, and how I’m frustrated with SELF and some of my consistencies. Watching a blogger I follow and his new running project turns me into a drawing board of my own. 9:20 AM. Stop thinking,…
Tired of being distracted by social media feeds. Not looking. That’s the story—
NO, that’s the curriculum for the day. Less social, much less. Just writing and organizing thoughts for the book, mindful actuation, where I am and whatever I’m doing. Overthinking, that’s my common brand but not now. Writing in Vacaville and a whole day to self but unsure of what to do, knowing there’s work. But…
Energy.
Attitude. Deploying SKILL…. Keep a log, whatever it looks like. (Should be putting this in the Playbook for Content, and I will, but quickly noting here, for now…) 10:07, meeting done and my thoughts are everywhere. Thinking in terms of deliverables, and inventory. I love it. Excited and a bit nervous, feeling not so much…
9-18-25
September’s end. Vacaville, 8:24 PM. Prepping for meeting with VP. Finished all prep last night, just going through PPT now. I hate PowerPoint, to be honest. Makes me feel dependent and shackled, confined and it detracts from confidence. But, I’m making it work. It’s a standard, I get it. Taking some time to self, didn’t…
8:58 AM. Walked to Noto, treated self to a latte. Still waking.
Can tell the thinking is slow and not yet with up wheels. Starting the week off with the Curriculum of SELF-CARE. What the Nurse told me long ago is the one thing we all need to invest in, more. Starting a new Sales Trainer log on phone, first thoughts are Explore and ‘Find Your Answers’. …
No run. Fuck. Oh well. I blame the clouds and, well, myself.
I need to do EVERYTHING this writer’s able to, to wake early and run in the harshest of morning hours. 5 or 6. Early. I want it to be difficult, painful, even rolling eyes at the prospect of the run. But I’ll fucking do it anyway, which I should have done a bit ago, launching,…
In office. Finally. Thinking in terms of modules, education. In EVERYTHING.
10:00 Coffee #1… module #1. Patience. Keep movement consistent, but be patient. Be mindful of the process. No time to settle into the day, I just start writing it. Reaching out to B, trying to set up a meeting or quick call later. Growth versus Acquisition in the MDU space. Office quiet, just as the…
1:44 PM. Kids inside with me, well over fucking 90 outside.
Taking time to write in the DECIDED project. Life is good, I messaged the Nurse. And it is. I can only credit her with most if not all of it. Not thinking, after his morning’s MeMeeting. The deliberation is a stall. Not sure a tactic but habit I cut like excessively long hair. Hear the…
Thinking in terms of playbooks, after the scribbling in journal, about Time and how you can’t order it
on Amazon, I joked after logging what I bought the other day, arriving yesterday and the Nurse bringing in while closing downstairs before bed. 8:43. Calm. Latte done and about to make an espresso shot downstairs in a sec. Day is busy, calendar full. Fuller than full. So, I assign in curriculum. Around the concept…
Key behaviors. Of a writer.
Poet. Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation. Simplicity over complication. When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas. Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims. Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do. And why not. One life one opening, the excess concern surround…
8-22-25 —> 08:05. Stayed in Windsor last night. Commute not so bad for me, the Nurse joked.
I told her home is wherever she is, so it doesn’t really register, but still put an ‘lol’ in the text. Office, piercing in its quiet. A couple people in the department across from me talking, then some at the other end of the floor, far ‘way to the left. Class in 50-ish minutes so…
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