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…
Tag: journaling
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…
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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,…
Thinking in terms of playbooks, after the scribbling in journal, about Time and how you can’t order it
on Amazon, I joked after logging what I bought the other day, arriving yesterday and the Nurse bringing in while closing downstairs before bed. 8:43. Calm. Latte done and about to make an espresso shot downstairs in a sec. Day is busy, calendar full. Fuller than full. So, I assign in curriculum. Around the concept…
Key behaviors. Of a writer.
Poet. Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation. Simplicity over complication. When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas. Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims. Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do. And why not. One life one opening, the excess concern surround…
9:23 AM in office. Settling. Stopped at Redwood Café to use the restroom. Overtook with nostalgia,
hate that word but it’s true, and memories and visions of life writing in other countries… seeing other coffee spots, lounges, other music. Writing all day, and all words posted. Taking over my life with pages and entries. Restroom again, one sec…….. Back in the manuscript mentality of ‘I Just DECIDED To STOP’. From when…
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Office. 09:37 Putting more than several items on the writer’s plate today. Coffee, needed, poured. And me in character like I’ve never been. Manifesting a day that will change the Road of my Story, irreversibly. Promised myself I’d write the Nurse a letter today, and I will. ……..
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