Change stolen from car, center console. Lesson. I’ve learned, I’ve learned. Moving on, going to have a day that not only re-defines my story and purpose, principle thesis to all of this, but something else. A day that…. More than a day. More than a page. More than a chapter. Situating my own story in this corner office alongside and within the Sonic story and narrative. Kerouac said I’m a genius all the time. I feel foolish, having left that much change in the car. Change I could have used on the laptop.
8:53, moving and not stopping. Most of Sonic tasks, I think all of them now that I really give it thought, are done. Forgot about the stolen coin bags, already. Moved some money into business account, to replace what would have been deposited. Ugh…. Move past, move past. About an hour till sales team gets here and we all shortly after there depart for Berkeley. No lunch in field, today. NONE. Just the packed snacks. Will make coffee for Road, have bottled water, micro-bites, then more into day. See the drive, the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, Albany and North Berkeley. What do I want. More notes. More randomness. Travel, movement, sentences, the poetry and jazz in everything
The day starts rough, or hurls a couple barbs at your, they don’t have to take hold. They don’t have to pierce your Personhood. With a certain perspective and thought momentum they’ll be disabled of any ability to take hold. Today, for my own joy, bottomless from the lowest and highest and furthest levels of my thinking and sight.
Started a list of writing rules. Will make self obey, abide by, follow and actuate. Busy in office, Inside Sales team speaking with accuracy, poignant pulse. 9am, exactly. Thought about taking a break but no I keep working and going through my task list which now I need re-write and add items to, print. Will do when back in office from field. Field, needing be capitalized as it’s its own concept and reality—what you see and the intersections of lives and intentions, apprehensions and certain ascensions. It’s a collective, a singularity. The Field isn’t just “the field”. It’s material, a forward, a climate and ocean of reflection and character development. For everyone. You need be open to the observations, though, and their instructional qualities.
You have an aim. Know it’s attainable. That it revolves and provokes, encourages from distances nearer than you reckon. Don’t let a goal continue to exist. Use the Field around you, the Field is a magnet for You, for the pages you write and will write. This paragraph, not the one you read but the one you’re living right now, what specifics around you breathe and extend, self-actualize, need be kept and allowed into your composition. Character composition entails aims but is not depend upon them for definition and motion forward. Each paragraph you live, is mammoth in promise, know that. Goals should always be substituted with advancement, the character moving forward, doing something not particularly convinced that the result adds to anything. Just to keep moving, to keep self in steps toward the intersection of terroir, the Field, and sky.