fucking hate flying. How am I going to make it to Germany in December? Don’t want to think about it… Flight attendants come out with their wheeled beverage box. Diet Coke sounds better than coffee right now, honestly. Something cool, camping. Guy still writing in his two columns per page project. My life, in flight….
Tag: Stress-Management
Starting thought for day…
Mindful and grateful, present and ALIVE. ♥️‼️❤️☮️🎵🙏🏼
Taking my time…
Taking in the scene.
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10-18-25 08:41, up and heading to coffee. Are we bringing Oliver, the Nurse asked. I expressed indifference, which means I’d rather not. Only ‘cause he gets excited and anxious and panicky when in sight of other dogs. Behind on wedding countdown project. Need to be better. Tending to now. 10:27 back at house. Coffee and…
Meditation…
Collect SELF, love Now.
Still Tired from the Drive — 09:44
Still wrecked from yesterday’s road trek-sail — miles and madness, fucking 101 Peninsula traffic, gas station Diet Coke, and some talk radio chatterbox screaming about the end of traditional advertising. Home now. Working. Or performing the ritual theater of IT. My IT.Calendar’s mercifully thin — a couple things to swat at later. How long was…
Then…. Tycho comes on. One of my go-to artists and playlists when driving to the office from VV.
Sun coming out. Rain called and predicted but rays make me tilt my screen a certain way so there’s no obstruction. NO OBSTRUCTION, the Universe instructs…. Aims for day, and going to be quite vocal about them I just thought – COMPLETE FAST, into mid-afternoon. And… no wine. At event, or home. Mind called to…
Driving to Burlingame in about 90 minutes. Q4 event for the Field Sales Team.
Ideas already on the PowerPoint slides, but others being cooked while here. Nurse left about 13 minutes ago. Not common I work here by myself. Today’s theme of Quiet Offensive, over and over repeating internally. An I’m a wheel repeating in solution, no over-annunciation or even light acknowledgement of problems. Not now, not today. Not…
New Plan for a New Week — 14:41
New plan, again. New week. Same brain squatters. Fucking rent-free parasites – loud, and ungrateful as ever. Other energies — the uninvited guests of thought — have dragged their rusty-ass 1970s-looking lawn chairs into my thinking again, arguing about nothing, drinking my pricier wines. Devils. Me — trying to hold a meeting with myself on…
FALL’d jouRNal
10-12-25 08:46 Up. Getting ready. Feeling better. Off to coffee. Morning is fall in the air the colors and how the sky is set. Everything is lighter but more pronounced and vibrant. Slow moving out the door. No rush. Happiness, imagine THAT. Yesterday, meditative, seeing myself get stuck because of my own thinking and excess…
At the drawing board…
Designing something, for me, and anyone.
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