Easy, Beat follow me then Leave, still an echo, peace New soul about my truest being Seeing possibility even when there’s Obstruction, one or several dozen Parched for too long far, leaving short scars Drive ‘way in a thief’s again stolen car Had to escape before tape, too tired to another deal make
Tag: poetry
8-15-25
Mid-month, as I just noticed, here in Vacaville just starting the day. Latte already near death, and me minimizing life has me more free than ever. Where was I like this, like an empty shopping cart just flying down a hill? Maybe this is the renewal I’ve been chasing. Not the spa-day, cucumber-water kind like…
Battling my own thinking… do I run or not. Could go to the gym later I guess, do some speed work. Maybe…
Sales training, all the ideas and principles, powerpoint slides, notes, whatever, showing more than just what they on the surface entail.. Trusting yourself, confidence, developing your story and career, work-life balance, immediate happiness, that sort of tell. Going to lunch, see if I find any ideas, where can I go? Somewhere new, where. ::::: Back. …
Holy shit, I just said to myself, it’s mid-August.
My Mental Health Composition, something it’s never been… never in my past life if you know what I mean, that’s for sure. Coffee and laptop in the writing booth, looking at one of the Company install ships, remembering my first days here in 2018/2019. Meeting with the CEO earlier, so kind and real, engaging and…
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Meeting still on. Focused on the run, already. Planning route. Need to work on pace. But not overthinking it. At all. Taking time to myself here in the writing booth, the other booth actually since one of our IT guys is having his lunch early in the other. He gets here sometimes before seven he…
8-13-25
10:12 Meeting earlier. Put me in a hungry being mind. I am, not the way I usually am following the meetings held Wednesday. Sipping coffee but having trouble waking up. Message the Nurse, in the PMDC seat. This day, and any. Writing more about the negative forces and people that always attack, that alway attack. …
Glass of St. Francis Chardonnay, forcing self to write more freely and with an unhinged swing and lean on past experiences.
The fictive account and building of tasting room stories, the wineries I’ve worked at and the people who’ve asked questions that have me riled and elevated in the best way, and then others who act odd and as thought they’re acting. As in, ACTING. As if for a reality show, or something. This writer, in…
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My book. Sales now made more part of it. Selling myself on certain ideas and creative plays and frays, avenues, ways. Sales humor and techniques, practices, while having it be anything but sales. In fact, curse the idea of sales and selling, while whaling incorporating it into thought and day-to-day. Lunch being delivered, still standing…
08:29…. Ready to teach. This is when I show my character. Looking at this as an exhibition of brand identity, if I can be honest.
Sipping coffee. Teaching myself that overthinking does nothing, and not only does nothing but detracts, slows, pollutes. So yeah, then it does a lot actually. All things counterintuitive, counterproductive. Have fun with it, I remind myself. Prove something to SELF. More than education, this is exploration. 08:35, ten more minutes to gather. I…
FREEWRITE…..
15:59 Quiet, the day. Or this part. No music on, but that will change in a second. Thinking of a new playlist, for running. Nothing too expected or template, in fact not at all. But…. I don’t know. Hard to centralize on one idea for the playlist but that’s where I’m staying. Not on the…
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Write a way to the door you dream of, wish … Starting day with some verse in EVERYDAY journal. Teaching tomorrow, and working on this Professor Mike blog and brand and story, effort. Teaching SELF, making something happen. So does that make this more of a Manifesting blog than Mental Health emphasis? I don’t know. …
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