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.