Tired from waking so early. Pushing through it, and centralizing. Seeing this place as a playground, place to test ideas and approaches be it with writing or business or other creative. A Priority Totem Pole, reassessing all fired irons. Did that at lunch, and now thinking of where I am, with age, and how much…
Tag: mental health
Ides of September.
Same mood, but amplified today. Fearless and confident and not explaining much. Owing no explanation. Well, anywhere. To anyone. Between the exits, where the ideas find me, where the confidence builds and these words circle and sing and stampede for me. This morning’s drive, maybe just another one, or maybe not. Office now, of course,…
Today, Peace isn’t some grand plan. It’s a check-in.
Notice one thing your Self is asking for. Notice one thing your mind is tired of. Then choose one small kindness. A glass of water, a short walk, a text you owe. Keep it small enough to do right now. These small things repeated become a life.
Office, writing schedules. Today, one of observation. Two new students.
Ordered lunch, and now looking at another to-do to code as COMPLETED. Moving fast, no antithetical ANYTHING distracting me. Even if it tried, it’d fucking FAIL. And, horribly. I feel strong, well, sharp and quick and tenacious in a way that I thought maybe it could only be me when I was younger. Like, when…
Quiet…
Let it be a part of your Now.
between exits
New Drive Stopping for a minute, no pressure on SELF. At all. The act of being, more than enough. Renewing, teaching, and lifting all parcels of my Personhood to wherever it needs to be. Friday…. But it doesn’t matter. I’m content without a named days. Truly. Seeing right now as something so meaningful and layered…
#AMWRITING
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#MADLYMINDFULME
Protect Your Pace Life is short. That isn’t an invitation to hurry. Maybe it’s the opposite. We spend enormous amounts of energy racing toward things we’ve decided will finally make us feel settled. The next accomplishment. The better morning. More money. More certainty. Some imaginary version of ourselves who has everything figured out. Meanwhile, today…
Like a Guitar…..
Deciding to just play. I don’t care what results. Just move, and see where it goes. Nothing allowed to interfere with or intervene in my freedom. Not x, or anything. And I’m sorry to bring that up, this late in the pages, but…. I’m reacting. By NOT, reacting.
Coffee with Nurse. Now in office, writing summary of week’s MDU lesson and notes, application.
The small business bug again bites, and I’m looking at EVERYTHING through that lens. This MDU world and everything I’m learning, such perfect timing. Finally quiet enough to see it – What I’m doing. What I need to do. Everything that is unfamiliar allows this writer to grow, into something more than a writer. A……
I’m home.
So my PEACE can never be disrupted.