Lunch at desk. Writing everything down as I always do but with more craze, more wild and rich, loving recklessness to my steps. Pizza here in office. Pizza Fridays. Everyone looks forward to this. The company, so generous it’s nearly overwhelming. Love it. Learn from it, I do. My company will be in this exact track and train of thought, tradition.
May start another blog—no I won’t. Promised self I wouldn’t do that. The idea would be something involving client and customer communications. Not so much “customer service”, but how the work is relayed and worded. So much in business is done not so much wrong but with unnecessary obstacles.
Brought 2 pieces of vegetarian pizza back to desk. Saw others doing the same, eating at desk and watching a show, or playing a video game of some type. I need this time to write. I don’t need to think, I don’t any longer and I promise my self loudly this, time to think. Just move.. all around blogging, and I will trap everything here.
I must wake early, tomorrow morning. And run. Ten miles, minimum. Walking hills in Sebastopol earlier with Field Sales team, taking the hills like I were racing. I walked them, yes, but with the same attitude as one running, like “I am doing this, I am taking this hill, now, NOW.”
Field Sales, an interesting voice and beat, beast. One of constant motion and depend upon, demanding a tireless momentum in re-writing your presentation, your words and how you deliver the words. Audience awareness, not so much brevity of speech but containment.
Where you are, what you’re doing. More value in that than you estimate. If you take a second, and inventory what’s around you, all the topics and ideas form their own idea den and paragraph lab. You feel inspired and moved, exhausted and creatively ablaze in a way you’ve never known. The holy contour of life wraps itself around you, begins instruction.
Need another piece, and maybe another. Hungry earlier while walking the hills, Mike was. Now, still hungry. Mike, eager to go to this event, which is celebratory of past year’s successes and advances. Like a rally, or gathering at a spot on Rohnert Park. Not that far away but just far enough where I can enjoy a Coltrane track or five, maybe more.
Two friends from another department but that sit in the same isle as me here in office leave. Taj and Leah. Both kind, very inviting and helpful when I need some inquiry quelled, and they both like wine. Asked both of them if they’d want to have a glass with me at the Rohnert Park spot they both said yes, told them I was thinking about getting more pizza then they tell me, or reminded me, that there’s food there.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” I say to them.
They both laugh. Taj tells me my stomach’s telling me to eat. I agree. But will wait till RP.