Good thing I uploaded much of it to the blog. This laptop is acting funny. Shit…. Do I need to replace it already? Deciding to STOP. Worrying, trying to recover what I lost. There has to be some reason the Story wanted that to happen, right? Maybe write in the journal for a bit, like…
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Nothing cinematic, no orchestra swell.
Just reminding yourself that you are here and you will and you have to. For YOU. There is no destination, there is no stop. This is a Road, a HIGHWAY, you are deciding to put yourself in. And away, more speed. Accelerate again. This is what it is… LIFE. Truly living. Fearlessly. And… FOR.YOU. What…
Me deciding to stop. STOP…
Doubting SELF, Caring what others think, Letting the malicious and horrible ways of others under skin or in any cells, Worrying, Rushing, Not smiling, Not laughing, Not leaving people to their ways, whether positive or antithetical… Just, STOPPING. Of course, an idea I’ve written about on this blog before, but on the drive over from…
Full heart, after last night’s family dinner. Family, smiles, and more victory lap language. Nothing stopping me…. Ever.
In office. One coffee then switching to water. After yesterday’s run, entertaining a break today, rest. Or, a really slow run? Shit I don’t know, decide later. Objective for today, sales content… more than I can count or tell, and building on the content constructed on the drive. Nurse empowering me, reminding me of my…
The 14th. How… year passing, quickly and quicker as I acknowledge its swiftness.
Working in VV, thinking about going offsite later, but not before I generate some leads for ASBC. It’s a business now, official, because I am materializing such. Not some simple fucking manifesting nonsense, but a real projection of vision. Shaping it into sense and its own scene. Dinner with my brother last night giving this…
Class starting soon. Forcing SELF to relax and be more free in instruction.
Also, to go slower, be more discussion-meant. Thoughts on the drive over, blending more the #professormikey blog and Story with Sonic’s. Connectivity, in the most genuine and heartfelt, REAL of ways. Busy day for the Nurse. She on my mind, and my mind itself and its composition and momentums on this writer’s mind. Everything changes…
10-2-25
In office. 09:51. Quiet. Meeting with VP at 11:00. Running today without any excuses or delays, or no-show from me on pavement. Running today, no doubt. 5k to 5 miles, somewhere in there. Going slow. Distance is the goal so just telling myself, “FIVE MILES, you’re doing five miles.” 10:44, meeting in a bit, no…
Prepared for tomorrow’s meeting with VP but need to organize.
No more new docs or journals or paper tables like a legal pad or something started. Done. I have all I need. I know there are few silver bullets in existence, if any, but I’m thinking in terms of them. How to boost conversation rates, how to make Reps stronger, how to propel them and…
9-30-25
Booked event for sales team, for next month. Now back to scribbling ideas on Key Behaviors Project, and the ‘Assessment Hub’, as I call it. Peaceful day, listening to a LoFi playlist meant for studying, and focus. It called for rain, but now…. Wanting another latte, with the disappointment of no rain. Might treat the…
notes
“So alive and electric and fearless today, babe…” I just wrote the Nurse. And I am. Can’t hold it in place, can’t bottle it. Maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s simply being here, present, anchored in this shifting routine I’ve carved out inside ’50—what we call this building. 1:36 PM. So quiet it feels staged,…
In office a little late but I’m catching up. Meetings all day.
Singularizing, simplifying. Thinking of my brother Chris’ stories and explanations of how he built his business. The cowering space, the cafe, and other. I see what I’m doing wrong. Or maybe not wrong, but what I could improve. Again, simplifying. Lunch comes and goes, and I’m standing at the desk with two of my three…
Back from a day long and stuffed with baseball hours. Kids relaxing, me as well. Deserved, so well-deserved.
How I am with myself, the inward scribbles and talk, how it forms and the resulting tangibles. Wish I could spend the day tomorrow in content production mode, but no. Office. Meetings. And more meetings. All the internet talk. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but this Professor Mikey drawing board is electric and…
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