EVERYWHERE. In everything.
Tag: mind
5-28-26
Silly in my thoughts, careless and it feels amazing, freeing, like I’m reborn or something. Seriously. ….. Consolidating. Simplifying and singularizing. Just me, this blog, the books, not too many “businesses”, I promised myself walking up the stairs to the office just as I turned on the light. Waiting for student to log on… PEACE,…
12:04 —> Gifting myself QUIET. Some time to collect.
And why not. Everything with an optimistic edge and tone. What I’m deciding. What I’m, just, speaking. Find a new strength this morning. Like a lack of concern, but…. Not that. It’s better. More freeing, actually. Just me at the desk, and the simplicity is of a strange and more layered allure. I’m just…
Today, thinking…
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Calm mind. Clear message. Closed deal.
Everything different today. Strong, the only thing I’m allowing SELF to feel. Prepping one document for work, then a speech I’m scheduled to speak later in the month.
Trying to confirm the date. No embellishment, speaking from the truest of TRUE Self. After divorce, and me… a writer. Nothing polished, nothing arranged or stages like in a fucking house for sale. The most Me that I with ink can bleed. What do I want to be known as… of course, yes. That writing…
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…