Feeling a little off so having the only afternoon coffee I’m allowing myself. Starved earlier, had a protein bar which I never do. Helped, but was almost immediate ravenous after. Looking for ways to curb the starve, other than caffeine. I know, water, but that’s no fun. 1:03, tired, and still feel not my full…
Tag: self care
the unexpected gems
14:48 Now 15:41…. Part of the day where it drags a bit. Sushi with Zent at Morimoto at 18:30…. Excited for the dinner but not thrilled about the drive, and why would I be. But, that’s the wrong attitude, so I toss it our. Today, one of unusually fiery activity from me. Getting things done…
Composition changes…
Writing booth… Diet Coke and a Composition book. Processing everything from the meeting with Director, a few moments ago ending. The opportunity, unspeakably promising, sizeable, definite. Staying in this project, this 070127 LAB … for now anyway. Seeing where it takes me and so many times I’ve found that’s what you need to…
Listing thing, aims, specific ones for this day.
Coffee getting cooler, I don’t mind. No run today… building this Story further. 45 days till the Alter, the Nurse and I, starting the REAL Story. Bigger project still in sight, little under a year till deadline. This is the master of master plans, I scribbled the other day. Everything starting here with this SALES…
Map in front of me for the day… focused on the platform I was working on yesterday.
Blocking 9-9:30…. EVERYTHING on the HEIGHTS HIGHWAY. Quiet, quick conversation with my SE, then further into this Story. The Heights I’m reaching, just deciding. That simple. LoFi, coffee, PEACE… 09:01. Happy with how I forced myself out of the sheets, from that pillow that nearly fucking pulled me back into sleep. At the drawing board……
from I JUST DECIDED TO STOP
SELF CARE is the turning. The returning. The continual decision to face myself again and say… Here you are. Let’s keep going, I say to myself reading a note from the other day in one of the journals. Nearing the end of the Content Storm I started on the 1st of April…. Haven’t created much…
journal
8-17-2026 Lots of projects for the day. Pretty sure I’ll be in this seat for most of it. SELFCARE. No hyphenating, no breaking up of the word or any “proper” adjustment. I am prioritizing ME, this day. And in a ferocity that I’ve never before materialized. Vowing new activity and methodology of ACQUISITION. Loving that…
Sunday sense…
8/16/2026
Noise. I don’t listen.
Just what I’ve decided. Someone attempting to throw me off yesterday. That antithetical energy. Monster. No. Just no. Agency over my life and mind and sight, vision, how I translate EVERYTHING. Feels amazing. I always tell the Nurse – If somebody would’ve told me six years ago that I would be here, as I type…
what happens
Reformatting my written and diarist approach and practice. Remember a student that wrote something, a nonfiction piece, less than 100 words. And honestly, fucking brilliant. Completely shattered my thoughts on writing, any theory or then-habit, erased. Journaling everything. Off a call and self-assessing, as I assess student. Attitude and Activity, where I start. MY, Mental…
5 miles written.
50 days till Alter…. 10 days into the 60 LAB. In office, what next. Tonight in Sonoma County for a little concert thing in Windsor, then… back here in the morning, then back to Sonoma County. Movement, movement, movement. Love it. What keeps the machine a machine, and ME a machine. I’m calm now, after…
Definition and Movement, YES.
Writing with each mile. And I’m speechless, sipping a sparkling water. One voice pressures me, and that voice is mine, but then another says just be. Observe. Let the Story come to you, with the CZL project, AND the Mental Health Flash Cards. Part of the playbook, again. And again. A note, added – DON’T…