12 minutes till I take out the other laptop, start looking for new leads and seeing appointments without asking.  I’m done asking permission, I tell myself.  For everything.  For the beach house, the office, the company (mine), everything.

Check budget, right on target.  Need a little more surplus or play room.  No expenses for business foreseen, at least any time soon. #prospectesk domain name is the only thing I can see.

Hear Emma’s teacher, Ms. Mac I call her, with her what sounds like German or Austrian inflection, and laughing at something she or one of the kids said.

Opened the other laptop, just behind this one. Account Executive will be the disposition and perspective of the #prospectesk idea.  Everything from organizing day and time brackets, to discipline, to notes and writing to self, writing emails and more genuine letters to prospects, to the idea of an “end-game”.

Closer to 9am.  Everything different, I remind myself.  Had another idea…. revolving around Account Executive habits and practices and…..  notes.  Flock more to those in the day.

Got kids some breakfast and I think my son Jack is on his break….  Jack comes down and lets me know Henry is still asleep in our bed, and that he drew a heart for him on his desk, and that Friday is jammy day.  I remember telling Dad and Mom stuff like this.

Build the business for them, the kids.  It’s all for them.  All of this.  They are the topic, they are the connectivity and communication, they are from what I look for new opportunities and conversations.

One more note in the 1948 journal, and switching laptops.  Little rain outside but not much.  Starting in the city in a minute, Internet Marketing Agencies, sure there’s some I haven’t touched though it seems like I know them all, now.  After prospecting from that corner here in the office when I was latched to that small desk, since the pandemic blazed last March.