Noticed a typo in last night’s entry, to the ATLAS Peak Merlot I was sipping, but I’m not going to change it. On property. Last day in the industry, at this winery, working with this company, and onward to the new office, the new assignment… Working in “tech”, I guess you could say, but I see it as building community and contributing to an already-astonishingly impressive client relations and customer service culture, at Sonic.
Not sure how long they’ll keep me here today, as my final check’s already been cut and overnighted to the TR. This is it. I’m leaving. Tomorrow at Sonic, and I only want to learn, meet other creatives, and expand my story, learn more about myself and business, people, and what the community wants.
09:19. Should be packing up, but I’ll give myself a couple extra minutes. In a cubicle, in cubicle-ville, villa. How many writing sessions and sittings have I had in here stretched backward into 13 months or so. I feel… I don’t know. Amazing, yes. But a bit in disbelief of my reality. 12 years in the wine industry, over. It’s time. I’m not excessively reflective, just in study. And I, in now way, failed. In no respect AM I failed, in having so much of my life in story in this industry, behind those counters, in all those tasting rooms. Truth… that’s what I accumulated, pocketed, appreciated. Finding that I don’t anymore need be here. Even Stephanie, the new Tasting Room Manager here at Roth, someone I’ve very much if you must know grown to admire, inferred that I’ve graduated. Coherence, cosmic. The Story is speaking directly to me, offering new directives and dimensions, telling me to write, capture everything today, your last day, and purpose it all for tomorrow, the new story. The new people, the new assignments, new KNOWLEDGE.
Hear someone coming up those loud steel stairs. Mick, the Cellar Master. He and I talk about all the barrels that still have to arrive before harvest. Think he said like 300 more? How are they going to fit all of them in the warehouse? How will they survive this harvest, which is schedule to be I don’t know how many more hundred tons than last vintage…. See? I still care. I still love wine, and even the industry. But now, I just write it. My heart and attention, my cognitive epicenter, is at Sonic, with what technology and the internet, what information can do for a home, a business, a person… a community. COMMUNITY. Now, I’m always with sight, and never a lowered lid.
09:27. Ugh… need more time to write. Left late, a bit, this morning with babies taking them to school, in Bennett Valley across town. They teach me more than I can ever write or inventory. They are my knowledge suppliers, those that go to throw me the sagacity fix, feed my beggar’s call for lesson, for new thoughts and gems, philosophy, life, all of it. There, now I’m ready to walk down the stairs to the tasting room from this villa of cubes. One final flash.