….. 09:00, project done and I’m convinced this is a new rev stream for the writer. The entire day today and tomorrow to produce sales content, SELF-CARE, writing and free-writing, whatever the creative demands of himself and the scene. Yesterday at Sazon working and taking pictures of the cat, Mucci, not sure about the spelling,…
Tag: journaling
2-9-26
It’s a Monday. And it feels like one. Standing at desk, developing new Sales content, communicating with Leads, trying to de-clutter my fucking desk. How successful am I, will I be? Will let you know. 12:11, not hungry. Not fucking running that’s for sure. My mood is off. And this blog now my sole focus. …
Full heart, after last night’s family dinner. Family, smiles, and more victory lap language. Nothing stopping me…. Ever.
In office. One coffee then switching to water. After yesterday’s run, entertaining a break today, rest. Or, a really slow run? Shit I don’t know, decide later. Objective for today, sales content… more than I can count or tell, and building on the content constructed on the drive. Nurse empowering me, reminding me of my…
/////
And the day changes shape. Not sure I’m getting a run in, and that’s fine. Doesn’t feel right. Would be forced, and not enjoyable. Will do the 6 I had penned for today, tomorrow. Moving on… Lunch with old SE at noon. Talking about Curriculum. Just now in the Ops meeting, seeing everything as material,…
Day starting with some nerves but they’re immediately muted with thoughts and words, and promises to self.
Inventory xmas gifts… work on SHU, pause the project from yesterday. Meeting at 1300. Prep in phone, eight points to address. After that I’m thinking a drive back here, dinner with friends (same we saw last night, Nurse’s oldest and closest), and then the day closed. Started an idea dump in my phone. Not liking…
Trying to write more poetry. And honestly….
Only that. In verse. No long paragraphs and no conventional structure. What’s tattooed on both forearms?? VERSE. No prose. So… Here I fly, new throws, boat rowed. 15:39 and needed new modes. From the stage, the theatre that for some reason refuses to halt, or breathe, so that needs to be me— Survivalist, my attention…
10-2-25
In office. 09:51. Quiet. Meeting with VP at 11:00. Running today without any excuses or delays, or no-show from me on pavement. Running today, no doubt. 5k to 5 miles, somewhere in there. Going slow. Distance is the goal so just telling myself, “FIVE MILES, you’re doing five miles.” 10:44, meeting in a bit, no…
9-30-25
Booked event for sales team, for next month. Now back to scribbling ideas on Key Behaviors Project, and the ‘Assessment Hub’, as I call it. Peaceful day, listening to a LoFi playlist meant for studying, and focus. It called for rain, but now…. Wanting another latte, with the disappointment of no rain. Might treat the…
notes
“So alive and electric and fearless today, babe…” I just wrote the Nurse. And I am. Can’t hold it in place, can’t bottle it. Maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s simply being here, present, anchored in this shifting routine I’ve carved out inside ’50—what we call this building. 1:36 PM. So quiet it feels staged,…
In office a little late but I’m catching up. Meetings all day.
Singularizing, simplifying. Thinking of my brother Chris’ stories and explanations of how he built his business. The cowering space, the cafe, and other. I see what I’m doing wrong. Or maybe not wrong, but what I could improve. Again, simplifying. Lunch comes and goes, and I’m standing at the desk with two of my three…
Back from a day long and stuffed with baseball hours. Kids relaxing, me as well. Deserved, so well-deserved.
How I am with myself, the inward scribbles and talk, how it forms and the resulting tangibles. Wish I could spend the day tomorrow in content production mode, but no. Office. Meetings. And more meetings. All the internet talk. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but this Professor Mikey drawing board is electric and…
Writing this morning and new mind about me. Being a champion, fighter, just accepting the visions I have as real.
Traveling the world with the Nurse, writing a book in this condo and keeping this condo as just that – a Windsor Writing Station. Much the same the new train station down the street has become realize by Windsor’s town. 9:24 AM… kids playing outside, me shredding some papers as I more and more hate…
#professormikey 