11-17-25

09:20 in office, moving more than just a single mile a minute.  Refusing to let the morning or day or anyone or anything slow me. Four blogs, no…. Sticking to this one and making it work.  Overhead, ZERO. Prepping for a 30-day check-in with a Rep.  Field Sales.  Writing more curriculum as the day stretches…

11-16-25

This week.  A project. Simplicity, Mental Health, STRENGTH. Vacaville, 10:27.  The weekend has passed me like it wanted everything and nothing to do with me. Diet Coke, music with the Nurse in our Vacaville home.  Nothing about me is registered in complaint.  All celebratory, all MINDFUL of where I am, what I am, all the…

Meditation.

Yesterday, before checking out… Bodega Bay, CA. 1114/25

11-14-25

08:27 Bodega Bay. Getting ready to leave our room for a bit, get coffee. The fireplace relaxes me.  Need to write with the little time before me.  Sun breaking though fog, low clouds.  News on but low volume. The need to travel is in every thought, breaking my concentration from where I guess you could…

This.

Over and over… ☮️💕🙏🏼‼️

Friday.  11/14/25.

Wanted to write the date different.  Want to do everything different after this morning’s 6.3-mile speedwork session at the gyms with the Nurse. My happiness, and yes that’s what I’m going to fucking write about this morning, is hard to word, put into post-able sentences for a blog.  Even my own. Recommitting to health, running,…

Back in the chair, after work and some rest, errands. 

Listening to rain and music of course, but shaken back into form after reading an article about focus.  Putting yourself back into a certain mind, and mode. Writing even when I have nothing to project or profess.  Here, calm, not rushing, taking impatience and giving it an indefinite timeout. Sorting a couple things out at…

No teaching today.  Pushed to next week.

WFH, looking outside at rain and wind pushing the vines one way then another.  ZEN, all about this morning. All journals hit.  Feels funny saying that, at first, to me.  But then makes perfect sense.  Of course it fucking does.  I’m a writer… My life is arranged in journals. 10:46.  Already?  Running, at the gym. …

In office.  Made rounds.  Some rain on the drive.  09:10

Settling in.  Organizing the desktop of the work laptop, a priority.  Has to be done. Today, rewriting much in the Story.  Lunch with the Dev Trainers later, and now… almost forgot… the Sales Trainer Lab project. Promising myself this will be the last project for a while.  Till others begin to produce and prove lucrative….

Day’s already folding up shop.  Time’s a con artist —

always promising more and then vanishing with the goods.  I’m knee-deep in a scheduling conflict, which is basically my way of saying I’ve overcommitted and now I’m negotiating peace treaties with my own sanity. Not stressing, though.  No, no — I’m enlightened now.  Floating in the sacred Beat of what I can “control.” Which, as…