The pen waits. Outside, the world keeps moving. Inside, a thought becomes a sentence. Sometimes that’s enough.
Tag: journaling
A Road…
Meeting… but I’m elsewhere in my head. Today is not slowing me, I’m devouring it. And then… the Universe, the STORY, gives me a gift. A bright opening in schedule. No need to elaborate or explain. What I’m focusing on is my acknowledgment of what the Story did. What I feel, and how the stress…
Positive, Encouraging… only scope…
Calm, solved, no waves Me here with assurance, answers, no quakes Coffee speaking in song solely Appreciate, the time is moving with no care And me, no impair The dreams could land me anywhere. In the office but it has a reshaped air and aura and voice All for me, assuredly Speaking in poem to…
Light, easy Sunday…
8-9-26 Projects at home. Heading to Sonoma County for one more to-do at the loft, then that’s IT. Nurse moving our Paris pictures in the house, she pointing out on one side a vineyard picture, large of Kunde’s property, then on the other a Thomas Kincade, something she had well before knowing me. She pointed…
I JUST DECIDED TO STOP
Relationships, conversations, habits and consistencies in the day, reacting to others telling me what I needed to do better like every fucking thing that came out of their blather-brow was some sagacious “coaching”. They love that term, and feeling like they are. Fucking ‘coaching’. After a day like today with the Nurse, yesterday too, so…
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Amiable aggression Communication = Practical Composition, Not Conceptual Fiery… be more THIS Experience and VALUE… JOURNALING, what is does, what it can do, where it can take you Today = THE LAST REHEARSAL, everything after, REAL Solutions are everywhere. Find something in the moment and MASTER it. Presence, finding more value in the practice, and…
8/5/2026
08:35 in office. Centering on SELF, I wrote on the way here, voicing into the phone which I’m doing more and more. First more coffee. Been in the office maybe ten minutes. Ready for EVERYTHING. No more trials, no more auditions, no more envisage. Just actuations, from this clock. Driving over, tired, but the ideas…
New plan in place…. Organized, concerted with my Director.
My fearlessness, only compounding, collecting, amplifying on top of itself. Discipline, Consistency, Structure, Time Management. The obsession with me, currently, and into the indefinite… Office getting quieter. My former SE walks by, heard it’s his birthday today and I wish him the happiest, he thanks me, tells me he’s 50… “What? Dude, I thought you…
Sales Training… more about selling yourself that Heights are attainable.
They’re not meant to just stay fucking dreams. Anyone in “sales” has to sell themselves first. I’ve thought this before obviously, but today it hits harder, and echoes louder. Quiet in the break area, at my writing booth. Two more meetings before this writer can leave. Gratitude for the coffee, the hum of the refrigerator,…
In office, moving quickly…. Need more coffee. 60 days till Alter, the Nurse and her writer boy, as she sometimes calls me.
In these 60 days, BUILDING…. Not running at lunch I reason, did 5 yesterday and need to run in the morning. When am I going to get that? Not beating myself up… committed to content creation this day and the week. Everything Heights Highway moving up in attention and priority and scenes in my imagination,…
And I did it.
WHY… because I fucking decided. I told myself it was a requirement. Something you do daily. RUN. Like brushing teeth or getting dressed. Or fucking waking up. Five miles in 80+ heat, averages was around 9 per, I think. Happy I got out, yes, but now I need to be of the conviction that this…
Only 08:33.
Waking early with the Nurse on days like this, always getting this writer enlivened and feeling of fearlessness and confidence…. Ready for the office tomorrow. Coffee thought…. Get another cup. But first, mindful. Aware… Deciding to see this room, this office and home with the Nurse in a new way. The entire day Any way…