Back from two errands – getting a fishing license, and some wine and other points for dinner tonight with everyone. Chris and his wife, Uncle Stevie… and again seeing that only 2 weeks, 1 day remain. Till Alter. And me… here in the home office.. building. This EVERYTHING Heights Highway, and copy-and-pasting the philosophy and…
Tag: journaling
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“…I cannot and will not be distracted or diverted off this Road. I refuse. I’m here, present, the driver and determining character in the contour of all events and matter. Friend telling me yesterday or the day before that he just decided to start a publishing company and release all his old writings. That simple. …
from I JUST DECIDED TO STOP
Where I stand, what I’m thinking. This mood, this Now. What I’m doing next. My next move, thought, or even dream. Enough. I am beyond merely appeased. Not needing to mentally occupy the next month before I’ve finished this fucking coffee. I don’t need to predict anyone’s reaction, especially the antithesis, that sloppy aggressor,…
And today, just moving and not depending on results, or some perfect timing.
This morning before the alarm and on the drive over, I kept saying… keep it simple, keep it simple. Back into yesterday’s projects. Producing new slides and knowing with a circuitry of set certainty what needs to happen. Writing freely. Choosing to smile and not stress and any antithetical garbage given no mind. Yes, finally…
After meeting. And… my confidence is at a height I don’t know I can say it’s ever been.
DECIDING, that this is where I’ll stay. NOTHING, allowed to stop, slow, lower, or interrupt this inward and projected expression. All from this ACQ book. What I’m calling it. Acquisition, acquiring…. Then soon, ACQ-UIRED. Walking around the office, checking in with partners in various departments. Moving quick, so now time to be. Still. Here. With…
On break. Lunch from home, and now, time to Self.
Tired from waking so early. Pushing through it, and centralizing. Seeing this place as a playground, place to test ideas and approaches be it with writing or business or other creative. A Priority Totem Pole, reassessing all fired irons. Did that at lunch, and now thinking of where I am, with age, and how much…
Tell it
No, go, you have nothing To teach or show Just a rock, polluted puddle Obvious trick and another page So, closed
Ides of September.
Same mood, but amplified today. Fearless and confident and not explaining much. Owing no explanation. Well, anywhere. To anyone. Between the exits, where the ideas find me, where the confidence builds and these words circle and sing and stampede for me. This morning’s drive, maybe just another one, or maybe not. Office now, of course,…
Office, writing schedules. Today, one of observation. Two new students.
Ordered lunch, and now looking at another to-do to code as COMPLETED. Moving fast, no antithetical ANYTHING distracting me. Even if it tried, it’d fucking FAIL. And, horribly. I feel strong, well, sharp and quick and tenacious in a way that I thought maybe it could only be me when I was younger. Like, when…
between exits
New Drive Stopping for a minute, no pressure on SELF. At all. The act of being, more than enough. Renewing, teaching, and lifting all parcels of my Personhood to wherever it needs to be. Friday…. But it doesn’t matter. I’m content without a named days. Truly. Seeing right now as something so meaningful and layered…
#AMWRITING
20:18
9/8/2026
Home. Finally. In the kitchen, yes… with different mind and more passion than I know what to do with. Tomorrow in San Jose, three site surveys. Recording everything. LoFi, a somewhat warm beer but I don’t care. Writing to cap the day, which has otherwise been odd. No explanation, just know the character pushed through…