What if I couldn’t write? What if I took that away? What would I create? What I’m forcing myself to think…. Waking from the nap today, thinking “Not that want to stop anything, but deciding to devote more to me, invest more in character… test myself in all the ways.” So, take away writing. Write…
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Between thought and action…. Between impulse and response.
Between who you’ve been and what you might choose next. And in that gap… you get a say. That’s everything. Before, it was immediate. Thought comes in, reaction follows. No space, no question, no pause. Just a seamless chain that felt like identity. “This is just who I am.” But awareness interrupts that story. It…
Inward MuZen – Post Five
A Different Detach At lash place with the Nurse. In a cozy sofa-like chair. I don’t know if this is fake leather, or what… but it’s cozy. And I have some time to collect. When back at the house, one meeting, then I think I’m done for the day. But don’t want to hex the…
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Jenny and Nurse doing bride things. Me in the nook entering receipts, then realizing I’m spending too much time on that shit. Relax, enjoy the Younger (Pliny) JLo gave you. Rain all day, so I’m relaxed and this bottle is a perfect additive. Still in the posture of whim-writing. Not just freely, and writing anymore…
When the Universe smiles at you…
You smile back. Show gratitude, enjoy it and study why you’re smiling. And, maybe why this was selected to occur now. Do I believe in coincidence? Yes, I think… Do I believe in something beyond all this planning events, or putting me in front of people at a certain time so they can say things…
My daughter….
Her own story. My favorite for sure, don’t tell her brothers…
Time, just moves…
Be present. For everything. Your kids, will remind you.
On the floor writing while the Nurse readies for a night at one of our spots, with two of her nurse friends, ML & NS.
Easy day, not too many demands from the sales world, sales life, notes or to-do’s for next week. How did I find myself here? Well, I know. And by here I mean at Sonic. I’d always wanted to come back… why did I leave.. the thoughts get tangled and I know there’s not really any…
Getting the ASBC project off the ground. Call earlier, now just have to make some small business contacts. Rewriting the day’s agenda, in a second.
No run today, again. Too much to do… One project, then another. No more new ones, I swear…. Like my head is spinning and the mind is desperate to escape itself. Was talking with a guy from another department, Logistics I think, in the break room a minute ago, telling me he’s rowing during the…
Change in the company, and there is a new Story for me…. Coffee, sound of an airplane over our Vacaville home.
Caring for SELF, in a new way. Email account having issues, and I’m refusing to let it do anything to my mood. Coffee…. The book. Work tomorrow, in the office, build more of the Story of a Consumer Sales Trainer. The notes and lessons, how it extends out of the role itself— Nothing to write…
Back from lunch with Nurse.
Article posted on bottledaux.com, with the intention and vision of turning the site into a SELF-Care content agency. Quite honestly, I had the idea this morning at Peet’s getting coffee with the Nurse and have been haunted by it before that so this morning I decided to write. Part of it, to be honest, was…
6.38 miles. 8:28 pace. Hot, and more so than I expected. I know it’s Vacaville, but DAMN.
12:15, early lunch done. And now time to write and enjoy some time to SELF… a true dose of self-care about to materialize. One of the painters comes up. There goes the quiet. No complaints, just logging occurrence. QBR meeting went well, thinking of getting out of the house, changing scene, maybe the coffee place…
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