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…

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…

journal

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…

Note

Composure is part of the composition. Protect the quiet that lets you think clearly.Care for the mind doing the work.Move with intention, not urgency. Not everything deserves access to your attention. Don’t let the day untie you.

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…

5 miles written.

50 days till Alter…. 10 days into the 60 LAB. In office, what next.  Tonight in Sonoma County for a little concert thing in Windsor, then… back here in the morning, then back to Sonoma County.  Movement, movement, movement.  Love it.  What keeps the machine a machine, and ME a machine. I’m calm now, after…

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…