hate that word but it’s true, and memories and visions of life writing in other countries… seeing other coffee spots, lounges, other music. Writing all day, and all words posted. Taking over my life with pages and entries. Restroom again, one sec…….. Back in the manuscript mentality of ‘I Just DECIDED To STOP’. From when…
Tag: poetry
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Office. 09:37 Putting more than several items on the writer’s plate today. Coffee, needed, poured. And me in character like I’ve never been. Manifesting a day that will change the Road of my Story, irreversibly. Promised myself I’d write the Nurse a letter today, and I will. ……..
Planting
Me, in different eyes Today, on the Drive I knew, I knew The music was different, The clouds, passing commuters Those windmills in Fairfield or wherever Bobbing head, can’t help There’s a voltage I know, told by self that The love of the room and highway communicate any Sought answer
4 miles ran this morning. House cleaning with Nurse, lunch and errands, now back home listening to music. And I think about what to do with it… where I go with this idea. And blogging…
Doing more with WordPress. Testing myself I promised last night falling asleep early, and sleeping plenty, more than awake today but with a carnivorous circulation going back and forth from all heart parts. Confidence still very much there, in every photo seeing a part that connects to now, the how not important just realizing it…
2:23 PM
Now, just waiting. Class done and final report sent to Leadership. Now, the writer has time. Thinking of going to the writing booth, that sounds good. Need a change of scene. Sitting or standing. Usually you probably know I stand at the desk but now in chair. The booth is different—a confessional or a soundproof…
8-22-25 —> 08:05. Stayed in Windsor last night. Commute not so bad for me, the Nurse joked.
I told her home is wherever she is, so it doesn’t really register, but still put an ‘lol’ in the text. Office, piercing in its quiet. A couple people in the department across from me talking, then some at the other end of the floor, far ‘way to the left. Class in 50-ish minutes so…
Done with lunch and now time to write. Class going well, in this quiet office.
Surprisingly quiet for the day. Taking time to myself at the desk. No running today and it feels incredible. Just meditation, thinking about the Story here and how I’m building it. Starting with attitude, mine, in this instant. How I’m feeling, when I acknowledge where I am and what I’m doing on a deeper level….
8-20-25
Class beginning soon, after meeting, then another quick check-in. MY feeling this morning, motivated and alive in a rare way. My pursuit, elevation. Higher altitude. Several projects to tend to and I’ll be able to on this rest-from-running day. Music on, drive over me overthinking then calmed by a call from the Nurse. Decision made…
4 miles. So many ideas while on route but most of them lost. Saying to myself, “I thought them, so they’ll show themselves at some point.”
Resting tomorrow. Spending lunch hour playing with content and writing. My attitude now, calm, a soft and determined composition. The Company is quiet today, this building and the other when I was in there a couple hours ago. Wondering what else I can produce in the day…. Story. Me, a sales trainer and taking “sales”…
8-18-25
Moving, on Monday. Running at lunch, or earlier. Battling a mood and the mood is losing, tremendously. Wild in my types, and drive over here, everything music. All is a verse, poetry. All the images, things, this phone and headphones, journal. Pen, watch.. the screen in front of me. Am I listening? A bit. But…
Only now beginning to live, as I want, like a free and loving and creative mad animal. At forty-six. Am I late, or on time? Hard to know. And do I need to know? A Consumer Sales Trainer. Getting further into that story, as far as I can go, however far the Story itself will…
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