I don’t need to win every argument happening inside my head. I don’t even need to attend. There are things I can acknowledge without obeying. There are feelings I can feel without following. There are thoughts I can notice without turning them into instructions. And maybe that is part of growing into yourself: learning which…
Tag: journaling
And I take a second for myself, to myself, about my SELF.
I’ve become surprisingly skilled at detaching myself from the past, that “former life” I mention here from time to time. Not going back, not doing that anymore. I remind myself that I am HERE. Deciding that this is the only language, the only scene type, the only set of feelings I’ll allow to grow. I…
Working from home. And relived no drive this morning.
Starting the day with writing, and meditation. And an attitude even my fiancee noticed. Silly and carefree, joking, taking very title to serious tier. And I further into the day settle, one task at a time. Just a decision… and a movement, mind and character newly assembled. DOMINANT FEEL – Anticipation. For anything ahead. Each…
Composition changes…
Writing booth… Diet Coke and a Composition book. Processing everything from the meeting with Director, a few moments ago ending. The opportunity, unspeakably promising, sizeable, definite. Staying in this project, this 070127 LAB … for now anyway. Seeing where it takes me and so many times I’ve found that’s what you need to…
Listing thing, aims, specific ones for this day.
Coffee getting cooler, I don’t mind. No run today… building this Story further. 45 days till the Alter, the Nurse and I, starting the REAL Story. Bigger project still in sight, little under a year till deadline. This is the master of master plans, I scribbled the other day. Everything starting here with this SALES…
Map in front of me for the day… focused on the platform I was working on yesterday.
Blocking 9-9:30…. EVERYTHING on the HEIGHTS HIGHWAY. Quiet, quick conversation with my SE, then further into this Story. The Heights I’m reaching, just deciding. That simple. LoFi, coffee, PEACE… 09:01. Happy with how I forced myself out of the sheets, from that pillow that nearly fucking pulled me back into sleep. At the drawing board……
from I JUST DECIDED TO STOP
SELF CARE is the turning. The returning. The continual decision to face myself again and say… Here you are. Let’s keep going, I say to myself reading a note from the other day in one of the journals. Nearing the end of the Content Storm I started on the 1st of April…. Haven’t created much…
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8-17-2026 Lots of projects for the day. Pretty sure I’ll be in this seat for most of it. SELFCARE. No hyphenating, no breaking up of the word or any “proper” adjustment. I am prioritizing ME, this day. And in a ferocity that I’ve never before materialized. Vowing new activity and methodology of ACQUISITION. Loving that…
what happens
Reformatting my written and diarist approach and practice. Remember a student that wrote something, a nonfiction piece, less than 100 words. And honestly, fucking brilliant. Completely shattered my thoughts on writing, any theory or then-habit, erased. Journaling everything. Off a call and self-assessing, as I assess student. Attitude and Activity, where I start. MY, Mental…
Definition and Movement, YES.
Writing with each mile. And I’m speechless, sipping a sparkling water. One voice pressures me, and that voice is mine, but then another says just be. Observe. Let the Story come to you, with the CZL project, AND the Mental Health Flash Cards. Part of the playbook, again. And again. A note, added – DON’T…
anywhere scene
The pen waits. Outside, the world keeps moving. Inside, a thought becomes a sentence. Sometimes that’s enough.