1-5-26 Back in the office. Coffee #2. Well, 3 actually. Made one at home with the Nurse in an inaugural effort to save money for the wedding and honeymoon, and some other trips we have sketched. 10:31 Feeling more than just a slight slide of confidence. All journals hit this morning, and content created for…
Tag: mental health
10:59
Seems like such a weird time on the clock. Music off, and I watch it become 11:00. Now what. I cannot possibly have anymore coffee. Today’s big accomplishment was pausing, seeing ME and where I am, not turning a minor something into a full personality assessment. I drank water. Okay, I drank coffee. I laughed…
I’m taking a minute to watch the rain. This moment is mine. I’m not sharing it with anyone—except the dog—and that’s just fucking fine.
The world can keep shouting and scheduling and selling me urgency. I’ll be right here, letting the sky rinse the day. If peace shows up small and ordinary, I’m not arguing. I’m accepting it like the two lattes I’ve already killed.
A Growth Beg
Saturday mornings lie to us. They whisper that productivity must wear sweatpants or that healing requires silence, candles, and a personality overhaul. I disagree. Healing sometimes looks like laughing at yourself while reheating coffee you forgot about twice. “Growth” as so many like to say and repeat and put on their car somewhere, can arrive…
08:44, and like that, well……. Music.
That needs to be more a focus. Nurse and I watching a movie last night, about music and people pursuing it. I put on some Lofi beats, start writing. Paper, then typing… Rebuild, restart, open container Of instruments Time to carve All bite, never a bark More concerned with end than a simple start Missiles…
Time is always there. Here. Reminding us.
Kids and how they age, is the most blazed reminder phase.
Friday, but it doesn’t feel like it. Monday is when everything really starts.
New sales content for trainees, have three students next week. Two in SoCal, one up here, East Bay. Five miles ran earlier. Up the hill, Vaca Valley Pkwy. The year is already moving with indifference. Everything is content I tell myself, al rooms. Me sitting on the floor, looking at the tree in our room…
Zen
Morning drive, rain, me collective and happy, so at peace.. ♥️
15:22
….. This first day has a been a storm, not just with the rain but content and questions being answered by the scene itself. Leaving in about 20 for another errand. Peace overtakes me. This new year, this first day, even after the horrible sleep last night interrupted by canine anxiety and fireworks and explosions…
I got out there.
I fucking did it. 6.32 miles, 8:47 per. Not bad. In fact, I’m surprised I did that well, considering how fucked my/our sleep was last night. Little after 13:00. Thinking of either getting out of the house and writing or driving somewhere to take pictures. Either one or the other Mikey, can’t have both. And……
Thursday January 1st, 2026: HERE. Ready for everything. Creating EVERYTHING. That I need, want, think or dream of, slightly fancy. Doing all of it. 08:54, home office. Latte sipped slow as always, and me thinking of a rain run. Taking a break… 11:06. Nap and an early lunch, didn’t sleep well last night so doing…
12-31-25
Working from Vacaville home office. So energized and alive, and just fucking fearless… New poet. Poet’s fire about me. Truly. Candidly and unabashedly. About to run a couple errands with the Nurse. Get whatever we need for tonight’s party, just us two. Chill, relaxed, easy. Nurse on call tomorrow, hopefully not getting called in. Meeting…
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