And by that, I mean ME. My reaction to some people and their insistence on a certain mood and set of words, tone…. dismissing.
Judging the wines isn’t the reason I’m going at all. It’s for a writing body, a story. In fact, I’m more studying the people that will be there… my friend Chris, my sister Katie (think she’ll be there), and other wine people. Struggling this morning with a bit of low self-estimation… should I not be taking off the day to do this? I have more than enough vacay saved, and the director said it’s fine. So why in this anesthetized side? When do I ever do something for myself? You know what…. Telling self to shut the fuck up. Like, right now.
In a minute, upstairs to shower and shave and put on newly-pressed clothes that I picked up yesterday, and going to enjoy my drive to the Sonoma Square.
Approaching 199 words, new law. Need more time in this self-talk. Take all the time you need, just don’t write, I say to self.
Oh yeah… don’t HAVE to write, everything.