No one in the tasting room yet, but I don’t mind. My mind is here in the moment with me and I’m writing everything, EVERYTHING, down. I need more moments like this and I can make more moments like this not just wish for them. And everything I plan, now, I stick to. I execute. Don’t need a war room. That’s my head. That’s this journal to my left. I see things, things happening and what I’ve wanted. MY business. MY schedule. Designing everything myself. Selling what I want. What? ‘Me,” I guess. More than just happiness, this new understanding.