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…
Tag: happiness
Newness…
Positive echoes and Beats, only… #NURSEANDPROFESSORVIBEZ
Just realizing it’s Friday the 13th. Doesn’t really mean anything to me, but thought I’d log the observation nonetheless.
Slow start to workday, no students obviously. One next week, then like 5 the week following. Mostly MDU, to my startle. Day feels calm, but I feel intent. Like, I need something to happen. Haven’t heard back yet from the prospective client, on the two-page deliverable he’d show to clients. Waiting for payment but that’s…
2-12-26
….. 09:00, project done and I’m convinced this is a new rev stream for the writer. The entire day today and tomorrow to produce sales content, SELF-CARE, writing and free-writing, whatever the creative demands of himself and the scene. Yesterday at Sazon working and taking pictures of the cat, Mucci, not sure about the spelling,…
Inward MuZen – Post Two
Fear Denied Licensure At work today I’m feeling something I want to share. And honestly, it’s as simple as this…. FEAR.LESS.NESS. More than any other day, and I think what it is materializes from knowing what you’re doing is what you should be doing. You are where you belong. Opportunity is the only language you…
5.16 miles, 8:36 pace.
Cooling down, sipping sparkling water. May go into the writing booth in a minute, or ZenDen, just for some quiet, meditation. Time for a SELF-collect. Forcing myself to remain in office till about 16:00. Discipline, pushing this on myself with more ardor, more volume and I don’t know, BEAT. Turn music off, headphone down on…
Morning, promising and vibrant, an eclectic and postmodern bulb and paragraph storm. And, all for ME.
This GM of my Story and room. Nurse and I rushing out of the house this morning, coffee then the Road. The latte dead long ago, and me here at work feeling like something happened. Like my wiring has been fused with a new ado. Nothing Shakespearean, or even Kerouac or Plath-mapped. Something with no…
Everything different today. Strong, the only thing I’m allowing SELF to feel. Prepping one document for work, then a speech I’m scheduled to speak later in the month.
Trying to confirm the date. No embellishment, speaking from the truest of TRUE Self. After divorce, and me… a writer. Nothing polished, nothing arranged or stages like in a fucking house for sale. The most Me that I with ink can bleed. What do I want to be known as… of course, yes. That writing…
2-9-26
It’s a Monday. And it feels like one. Standing at desk, developing new Sales content, communicating with Leads, trying to de-clutter my fucking desk. How successful am I, will I be? Will let you know. 12:11, not hungry. Not fucking running that’s for sure. My mood is off. And this blog now my sole focus. …
Full heart, after last night’s family dinner. Family, smiles, and more victory lap language. Nothing stopping me…. Ever.
In office. One coffee then switching to water. After yesterday’s run, entertaining a break today, rest. Or, a really slow run? Shit I don’t know, decide later. Objective for today, sales content… more than I can count or tell, and building on the content constructed on the drive. Nurse empowering me, reminding me of my…
2-4-26
Sister’s bday…. How old is she?? Wait…. 45? 6? No…. 45. Already messages and emails, writing, content creation for Sales, a new playbook, for ME. Will share later, possibly. Public Speaking workshop next week. Excited, reminds me of the old Sonic days. I want to speak about the idea of ‘HOME’, not having to ever…
Taking a minute…
Maybe more. Gratitude is something I refuse to rush. 🙏🏼‼️♥️
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