13:12 Managed to write 6.3-ish miles. Shower after and lunch for kids, now we count down till Henry’s T-ball entraînement. Practice… Laughing to myself about earlier, when Nurse said something funny in the Oliver’s cafe and a guy overheard, then walking past us saying “Sounds like true love to me…” We laughed, Nurse a little…
Tag: #professormikey
Pages at my fucking homework. Again.
Kids up, coffee earlier. What else did I note… UGH. Writing in the notepad app, to “TextEdit”, then will xfer afterward. Running when it gets warmer, made coffee. Laundry in first, promise to Nurse. She on the Road back to VV… writing schedule to finish book somehow by 3/31…. Emma and Henry going at it,…
14:33, class over. Best class I’ve had since coming back home to Sonic, possibly.
Readying for Road. What do I need? Both laptops, yeah probably. Taking a second, looking over notes I took while on screen with D & R (whole names never used on this blog, obviously). Replaying my speech yesterday, and how I stopped right at 3min, and no ‘ums’ or ‘likes’, or disruptions of speech. Not…
Deciding that….
You’re done listening to that voice. Whichever one keeps you small. That’s me, now, and lately. The latte tasting better this morning, this music sounds more, I don’t know, rich, or something. Time though, just passing. Our cat, Portobello, behind me speaking not sure what he wants and I’m not letting it sever any composition…
Back from lunch a bit ago and readying for the speech I’m giving. Three points addressed:
ME… Advice: Stop second-guessing Self. Just fucking STOP. Decided to STOP. This is what carved the Composition and Road of pragmatic positivity…. Practiced Authenticity. Being Authentic, more than just a descriptor, or some tag, bumper sticker… but a new perception and mode of translating all around you. This is what I’m DECIDING to do,…
The wine Story, working on that later. Post to blog, and other content… returning to what I started, when I started blogging.
The literary approach to wine, its voice and character, Stories, anything connected to voice and language, its poetics. 10:05, in office, a little frazzled and tired. Didn’t sleep well. Am I running today, no idea. Ugh… and, forgot my lunch at home. My own shop, this idea, here in the Sonic building…. Consumer Sales Training…
In office. About 4 minutes to write, here. All engine today, no pause or stall or lull, in anything.
Coffee made at home, saving about $15, rounding up. All put toward business, the #professormikey story. Calm and growth and lesson in all pieces of this Story… Act Ado from GRATITUDE. Written/spoken into phone, among other ideas, and of course texts to the Nurse. Not a fling of fear anywhere in my atmosphere. Coffee in…
MEDITATION 3
Confident, knowing what I am, where I am. What has to be written. Simplicity, consolidation… opportunity in everything. No obstacles. In a meeting now, listening to the Market Manager speak to his troops. My story here, internet but human and community connectivity… my story is here. STORY, all caps, all ablaze, galactic and truthful, heartfelt….
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14:10. Time for some coffee. Call in 20 minutes with the Dallas Market Manager…. The strength I felt earlier today has only heightened, like the Sales Heights I write about so often. Coffee, a small and regular not too strong, and while waiting for it.. I DECIDED. Book done by 3/31/26. YES. It has to…
Curriculum, the “program” as my VP said it.
Feeling strong, starting this week. For a number of reason. No more talking potential, but not just acting. Cutting without measuring, and so what? Isn’t that what an Artist does? 09:29 = Morning starting well before 8 with meeting with VP over Teams. He assuring and supporting, never met anyone like him before. Of course…
Inward MuZen – Post Three
Didn’t want to run, but I did. And I reach five, my per-day quota for the week. But no, I passed SIX. 6.3, actually. I almost didn’t go out. I put on running uniform, but then nearly just as soon returned it to bag and stayed put, at desk. NO. No, that is…
Class done.
Taking a minute, focus, center, I know I’m overthinking. Caught myself walking back to the HR part of the building, trying to sync with a buddy of mine, Mr. Sapp, the one hosting the Speakers meeting tomorrow. Class today, perfect. Seriously, I don’t know how I could have asked for, written, prayed for or whatever,…
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