The first thought of the day is a window, a door…. A beacon, a shore. I’m with voyage out, sailing to something. Coffee, in office early. Didn’t wake as early as I’d hoped, no surprise, but I’m not letting that decay the day, or pull at my loudness of yay-saying yodel. Class tonight. Maybe I’ll share this, how the day started, how one can shape the day. Over and over the morning precipitates the like-motions and thought shapes. Today, something different. Say that a lot as well, but oh well.
Raining on way in, soon’s I stepped outside. In office all day. Take lunch early, go to coffee shop or whatever that café’s called down the street. Shit, are they open today? Maybe I should stay in office, or write at Texanita. Why am I overthinking this, or even thinking about it at all.
Notes to self, they’ll tell you something. Writing notes to YOU, so you can form and frame another you. It’s not setting “goals” that on one should fixate, but aims. True visions. Seeing something then not merely ‘going for it’, but composing a Road to that There. You start this morning…. You begin where you are in with what you’re doing. You see the opportunity in where you sit, at that desk and in that office. It’s not an ‘I’ address but a YOU singularity. Seeing you as not you but another You. The you that you reduce to a dream, or some fantasy, some vision. More than possible or plausibly, but near, nearing.
Time in its motion disregards us. But YOU, embrace it. You challenge it. You control it, you capture it on page. There’s nothing in time’s pervasive placement that eclipses what you see for you. Stop preoccupying in a task list. Write it again, re-write it. See the There, leave the shore, rush through the door, always create and You-compose more.