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Laptop died. Back in CA now.

Work tomorrow, going to be a busy week. Not sure how ready for it I am. Strength. Have to keep repeating it to myself after the conference. Everything is this CST role… notes now for Wednesday, week’s first day. After this convention and seeing what others can do, have done, I should be further along. …

jouRNaling…

1-22-26 13:48 Sandy, UT Have to be downstairs for the first event associated with the D2D convention which brought me out here. Sent a couple emails and messages earlier. Just shaved and right now in full work rile. No ideas planned to be shared to “lectured” in any way today, or really at any point…

14:55 —> Up from a quick rest. Still fucking drained from yesterday and with this new project, I need to allocate energy where most optimal.

Find myself second-guessing. What else can I do, when all I have are my own thoughts. Well, a simple answer, DON’T FUCKING DO THAT. Doubt yourself why. What does that accomplish? And all the fucking time you spent doing that, gone. You’re not getting it back. So, restart. TOPIC.NEXT. The Sales Heights idea started by…

from the book…

Morning with the Nurse. Saturday. Relaxed, in Windsor. Gratitude-wrapped. The morning doesn’t need anything flashy or syllabic. Just what is. Walk to Noto, a latte, shower and laundry. Now typing in bed with Nurse while she reads and looks at photos, scrolls, enjoys her morning deservedly after an extended stretch of Nurse shifts. Realizing that…

Inventory today so far…

Two Story posts (IG), post to #professormikey blog, and BDX I think. Yes, I did the latter. BDX post taken from IG Story. Need to keep a tighter touch on inventory. The VP a few meetings ago stressed inventory, actual items enumerated to present and speak on piece by piece at a meeting soon. Beats,…

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Back in the chair, Oliver laying close to me, which he rarely does when I come up here to work. Nurse still in her ward, for another 90 minutes or so she tells me. Inventory, now the practice. All writings have to be put out as a generator. Listening to 80s tracks which I rarely…

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After a trip to the coffee spot by the Green the other week, I turned left and left on a random street, then writer back in chair. Cup smoldering on desk, taste still bitter but beautiful and seductive nudge. Don’t want to be stuck in thought so I won’t let SELF stop typing, who gives…

morning-ing journaling

8:57 AM Windsor…. Been a while since I’ve written in this spot on a Saturday. Emma and Henry up, Jack here later, much later. Emma with a game, and the day is structured. Latte singing to me. Didn’t work last night as desired, and I’m more than at peace with it. Wanted all the time…

Class done. My strongest performance since coming back to the company. 2:46 PM

Ran at lunch, little more than 5k. Challenging SELF to at least 5k/day. Today’s run was a bit of a struggle. Hot, and I felt tired, or even out of shape. Not sure why. Slept fine last night. Leaving at 4, I think. Or close to. Getting Emma and Hen at 7:30, then to the…

Smelling the RAIN

Ops meeting at 10. Back from coffee and taking one of the vehicles in, all with Nurse. In a mode and mood of attainment today. In any and all prospects and regards, anything I can think of. Not in office, WFH for day, may go into office later. Writing more on this Sales Training Story…….

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,…

Wallet Stillness

Early morning for the Nurse and I. She needing to be at some conference, committee she’s on, early. And at a different campus. Me getting home and drafting something I need send later. Not letting it distract me from writing…. From building. Singularizing. Coffee on the mind. The coffee place down the Road and ……