10:12 Handling anything in front of me. In, and out. Running today, but not far. In fact, the entire route, modified. Coffee made at home today, fourth day in a row for the Nurse and I. My mind… placid, grateful, eager, and with new method. I’m caring for ME, yes, but thinking about the life…
Tag: journaling
from I JUST DECIDED TO STOP
Someone says hello walking by. Couldn’t remember her name. She tells me, I pretend like I remembered, not sure why I did that but I did. Probably not wanting to come off as rude, or forgetful. Notes on day, written earlier, “…Tuesday had the personality of a grocery store aisle — endless, fluorescent, trying too…
Find myself getting disorganized. I decide to STOP. No, seriously.
After the run today where I went out 4 miles and turned around, and stopped short of six thus having to walk the whole way back… DONE. Learning and adjusting. More than adjusting, I’m re-aligning. Not sure I should have hyphenated that, but… I’m here, still on break, probably 20 minutes over what I should…
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11:27. Lunch. 12:58….. Lunch over and me trying to stay on-task with the curriculum pieces I’m putting together. Coffee but it’s not helping. So what do I do, asking myself… don’t come up with an answer. Making that the case. Stay whim-driven, randomized. That’s the only way to dig out of this lull. See guys…
Getting to the office and noticing my overthought.
That’s simple, that straightforward and honestly honest with myself today. No run. Too windy and of course too much to do. Finally some time to SELF in the writing booth… Day NINE in this last of such trivial countdowns for SELF. Only reason I’m not quitting is from refusing to let myself. Again, deciding NO….
On the lake today, later. Soon, actually.
Nurse and her daughter Jordan off to Nugget to get sandwiches and whatever else for boat time. 6.33 miles today, under 9 pace, so I’m pleased, but cautioned in my satisfaction. Keep this up, morning running. Nothing else. Entire day should be dedicated to content, business, revenue generation. See what happens tomorrow. Wine tasting yesterday…
jouRNal…
5-16-26 I’m 47 in 13 days. My first thought this morning. At house now, getting ready for day in Sonoma County with Nurse, visiting friend Taryn at her winery, just up the road a few miles from our condo, which still hasn’t fucking sold. I’m impatient, and not really sure what the fuck the realtor…
Meditation
On the drive….
This…
Sunday sensibility. 💥‼️🖊️☮️‼️🔥
Me v ME. See what happens. For the next 31 days.
How I feel now, Composed. Confident, and…. Well….. assured. Manifesting, but in a different way. Not some corny bumper sticker way. Not letting Mike Madigan fail, not letting him make excuses, or talk himself out of shit. 12:55, already. How is the day flying by as it does? Focus on the moment, as Mom advised…
I wake up a fighter,
Me, this morning. The bird chorus usually outside… seeing goals satisfied. Reaching more Road. Not pausing or even slightly stalling till I land. Waking, to new words. New voices and now with coffee and kitchen coffee table typed in phone and again seeing ME, more. Stopping with old ways, old decisions, old reactions… and giving…