No trainees today, or the rest of the week I found. But, going into office tomorrow. Trainee, one, based in SoCal, next week. I of course teaching over Teams, no travel needed thank the Universe, with the holiday. Not in the mood for any crowds. How to manage the day. Start with attitude, mood. What…
Tag: self-care
11-17-25
09:20 in office, moving more than just a single mile a minute. Refusing to let the morning or day or anyone or anything slow me. Four blogs, no…. Sticking to this one and making it work. Overhead, ZERO. Prepping for a 30-day check-in with a Rep. Field Sales. Writing more curriculum as the day stretches…
11-16-25
This week. A project. Simplicity, Mental Health, STRENGTH. Vacaville, 10:27. The weekend has passed me like it wanted everything and nothing to do with me. Diet Coke, music with the Nurse in our Vacaville home. Nothing about me is registered in complaint. All celebratory, all MINDFUL of where I am, what I am, all the…
11-14-25
08:27 Bodega Bay. Getting ready to leave our room for a bit, get coffee. The fireplace relaxes me. Need to write with the little time before me. Sun breaking though fog, low clouds. News on but low volume. The need to travel is in every thought, breaking my concentration from where I guess you could…
Friday. 11/14/25.
Wanted to write the date different. Want to do everything different after this morning’s 6.3-mile speedwork session at the gyms with the Nurse. My happiness, and yes that’s what I’m going to fucking write about this morning, is hard to word, put into post-able sentences for a blog. Even my own. Recommitting to health, running,…
Back in the chair, after work and some rest, errands.
Listening to rain and music of course, but shaken back into form after reading an article about focus. Putting yourself back into a certain mind, and mode. Writing even when I have nothing to project or profess. Here, calm, not rushing, taking impatience and giving it an indefinite timeout. Sorting a couple things out at…
No teaching today. Pushed to next week.
WFH, looking outside at rain and wind pushing the vines one way then another. ZEN, all about this morning. All journals hit. Feels funny saying that, at first, to me. But then makes perfect sense. Of course it fucking does. I’m a writer… My life is arranged in journals. 10:46. Already? Running, at the gym. …
Nearly time for lunch meeting with the Dev Trainer Team. Bringing a blank page.
Taking my brand to another cosmos. That’s what I want.. what I know will happen. More than just some sense or “goal”. 11 minutes. Not chasing balance, chasing depth. A volume and walk, a new BEAT about me. Well into this new stand. Sonic as a company with its interaction to be bold, and high-performing,…
In office. Made rounds. Some rain on the drive. 09:10
Settling in. Organizing the desktop of the work laptop, a priority. Has to be done. Today, rewriting much in the Story. Lunch with the Dev Trainers later, and now… almost forgot… the Sales Trainer Lab project. Promising myself this will be the last project for a while. Till others begin to produce and prove lucrative….
Day’s already folding up shop. Time’s a con artist —
always promising more and then vanishing with the goods. I’m knee-deep in a scheduling conflict, which is basically my way of saying I’ve overcommitted and now I’m negotiating peace treaties with my own sanity. Not stressing, though. No, no — I’m enlightened now. Floating in the sacred Beat of what I can “control.” Which, as…
Meeting in 15. 10:45
Already feel myself talking me out of a run. Ugh, SHUT.UP. I’m running, that’s it. 4 miles. Know the route, easy and flat so there is no acceptable excuse. One goal for the day – RUN. And, fasting till mid-afternoon. AND… start the Sales Training Lab project on Teams. Invite one person, and I know…
09:35, latte #2. A small. Sipping slow, still feeling the first.
Maybe I should sip faster, realizing I have multiple journals and projects in tow. Breaking my promise to SELF, of no more journals or projects or anything. My 30-60-90 project becoming an obsession, in tandem with the DECIDED book. Nurse downstairs listening to the radio and cleaning or tending to our dog whom appears to…
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