driving me to several parts of Santa Rosa, looking at different building and install types. Reminded me of the AE days doing site visits. Most will think this is geeky tech talk but I’m not from the world, this world, so I find it interesting and feel the same way I did as a new…
Tag: running
At the drawing board…
Notes and more of them, swarming. Not sure where my energy and focus is pulling me. Still with the old pictures… need to get out, take more. Wherever I am. Not much here in Vacaville, really. So diving into the camera and seeing what I forgot about. And there’s more than I thought, thankfully. Slow…
3:40 PM
Back from baseball. Exhausted from heat, and listening to people talk. And talk. Talk more. Go back and forth about whatever in that expected and airy, lazy laugh and “Ha ha huh….. yeah yeah yeah”, the soccer mom/baseball dad language. Nothing against it, just when it’s so trite, I glaze. Barely energy to type. Relax,…
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Indecision. 11:38 Cleaning the Archive, that weird but intriguing closet or storage space, or para-room in the master bedroom. Thought about moving this desk in there, but then put a knife through the Composition of my indecision. Typing in room, coffee and not espresso, my mood calm and SELF assembled. No negatives. SELF.CARE… the day’s…
8:58 AM. Walked to Noto, treated self to a latte. Still waking.
Can tell the thinking is slow and not yet with up wheels. Starting the week off with the Curriculum of SELF-CARE. What the Nurse told me long ago is the one thing we all need to invest in, more. Starting a new Sales Trainer log on phone, first thoughts are Explore and ‘Find Your Answers’. …
Class done. My strongest performance since coming back to the company. 2:46 PM
Ran at lunch, little more than 5k. Challenging SELF to at least 5k/day. Today’s run was a bit of a struggle. Hot, and I felt tired, or even out of shape. Not sure why. Slept fine last night. Leaving at 4, I think. Or close to. Getting Emma and Hen at 7:30, then to the…
9-10-25
No run. Again. Too hungry and tired, so I impose upon self the under threat of death, you are fucking running early tomorrow morning. Get fucking excited. 12:18. Class going well. May be a bit ahead of schedule but I’m not worrying. Adapting to whatever pace I face, wherever I am. ‘Don’t Speak Sales Speak’,…
No run. Fuck. Oh well. I blame the clouds and, well, myself.
I need to do EVERYTHING this writer’s able to, to wake early and run in the harshest of morning hours. 5 or 6. Early. I want it to be difficult, painful, even rolling eyes at the prospect of the run. But I’ll fucking do it anyway, which I should have done a bit ago, launching,…
Running out of battery, and again forgot my bloody charger at home. So.. some words before lunch.
Taking a breath, a pause and collecting SELF. Listening to the activity of the office. Every voice I hear is cheerful, relaxed even when in the pulse of productivity. Notes for next week’s session.. Taking some of my own instruction and carving it into my habits and mood, everything about me this Thursday. Clear, CONFIDENT,…
Thinking in terms of playbooks, after the scribbling in journal, about Time and how you can’t order it
on Amazon, I joked after logging what I bought the other day, arriving yesterday and the Nurse bringing in while closing downstairs before bed. 8:43. Calm. Latte done and about to make an espresso shot downstairs in a sec. Day is busy, calendar full. Fuller than full. So, I assign in curriculum. Around the concept…
Key behaviors. Of a writer.
Poet. Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation. Simplicity over complication. When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas. Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims. Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do. And why not. One life one opening, the excess concern surround…
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