Newnesses 

Let ‘100’ students go early.  Came to adjunct cell, and here I finally get a breath.  Meeting after meeting at work, among other surprises, but I maintain my character composition and ready for tomorrow’s 4AM rise.  I’m doing it.  Going to write each step in this effort.  Even the failures.  Even the falls and follies.  Now I collect, I envision me on that treadmill, hitting mile 8.  Has to be eight miles.  I figure if I get there by 4:20 I can with no problem or impediment get to my 8.  Eating light tonight, especially after late lunch in field with Brandon, Chinese place I haven’t been to since I worked at the store next-door when it was still Long’s.  When I was in graduate school.  That long ago.  2004.  Now I feel old.  The run tomorrow will have me feeling young.  And that’s not really the aim, just a change of habits.  Even if I wake early and don’t work out, I’ll have risen early, and more than likely written something for either this blog or some poem, some chapbook idea, something.

4AM.  My new topic.  Wine is still there, here with me in my writing back and forth, but the hour of 4AM and what I do in a day, how I make use of every hour, every minute in those hours, now for example I could have very easily left campus and went somewhere for a glass of wine which I very much saw myself doing.  No, though.  I came here to write.  That’s not to say I won’t have some wine after, maybe a glass at Whole Foods bringing in the Sonic of Burgundy journal, scribbling a bit, planning my run tomorrow and the marathons I plan on doing next year the year I turn 40.

No more concern for turning that age.  Age, something numeric and having no contingency on quality or Personhood, behavior, story itself.  Yes, my body may not move as it could when I was 16 or 18, 21.  But, note what I wrote, “may not”.  I can see myself waking tomorrow, having fallen asleep in running shirt, shorts.  I put my shoes by the door, laces untied and spread to sides of shoes.  All I have to do is hop in them, grab keys and wallet and GO.  When there, stretch, then fly.  Have music cued.  Listen to music I’ll run to while driving there, the 24 on Industrial.  I’m ready, after talking at lunch with Brandon about a change he made in his lifestyle and character way recently.  And then someone else, a couple weeks ago, telling me the same.  Then someone else…. My turn, now.

Ce soir, bed early.  Writing should be done during day, morning.  Always.  Night should be meditative and preparative for day next.  Always.  The students, hope they’re using this time in some productive and creative way, and if not nothing I can do.  I can only do for my story, ME, my health.  8 miles.  Walking back to the car after the eight, I can already feel that air, see the sun still repressed and suppressed by night prior.  Sky still purple, air feeling like colors I see— streetlights and stars, parked cars, little winds.  All congratulating me, embracing me after when I just did, what I’ve started.

10/10/18

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