Back from baseball. Exhausted from heat, and listening to people talk. And talk. Talk more. Go back and forth about whatever in that expected and airy, lazy laugh and “Ha ha huh….. yeah yeah yeah”, the soccer mom/baseball dad language. Nothing against it, just when it’s so trite, I glaze. Barely energy to type. Relax,…
Tag: journaling
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Indecision. 11:38 Cleaning the Archive, that weird but intriguing closet or storage space, or para-room in the master bedroom. Thought about moving this desk in there, but then put a knife through the Composition of my indecision. Typing in room, coffee and not espresso, my mood calm and SELF assembled. No negatives. SELF.CARE… the day’s…
8:58 AM. Walked to Noto, treated self to a latte. Still waking.
Can tell the thinking is slow and not yet with up wheels. Starting the week off with the Curriculum of SELF-CARE. What the Nurse told me long ago is the one thing we all need to invest in, more. Starting a new Sales Trainer log on phone, first thoughts are Explore and ‘Find Your Answers’. …
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…
Class finished a bit ago. Exhausted. Or, just tired of hearing myself talk.
Snacking on granola. Taking time to SELF, messaging my little Nurse, seeing what she’s up to, telling me waiting for surgeries to wrap is like watching paint dry. Huh, I think to myself, familiar with that feeling. Outlining an encompassing Sales Training Department, or Division, Program for the Company. Not quite sure how the finished…
9-10-25
No run. Again. Too hungry and tired, so I impose upon self the under threat of death, you are fucking running early tomorrow morning. Get fucking excited. 12:18. Class going well. May be a bit ahead of schedule but I’m not worrying. Adapting to whatever pace I face, wherever I am. ‘Don’t Speak Sales Speak’,…
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…….
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The Sales Training thing. More than a thing, or job, or even “lifestyle”…. My journey as a Sales Trainer, building and building and I want to build it faster but not sure how yet. Be patient, I tell myself… Patience feels like a scam designed by people who already arrived. I wonder why they repeat…
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,…
Running out of battery, and again forgot my bloody charger at home. So.. some words before lunch.
Taking a breath, a pause and collecting SELF. Listening to the activity of the office. Every voice I hear is cheerful, relaxed even when in the pulse of productivity. Notes for next week’s session.. Taking some of my own instruction and carving it into my habits and mood, everything about me this Thursday. Clear, CONFIDENT,…
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