Quick poem. Writing break. Coffee. Cold in office. Smells nice in here, like a candle was lit or something.
Not feeling a run, postpone till tomorrow morning… first thing. Before anything. I don’t care if I’m up late tonight with the Enterprise team, I’m waking early and running or using that gym down the street, Anytime Fitness. 24 is garbage, and they charge way too much. And there’s too many goddamn people.
Trouble concentrating even with this quiet and Tycho playing. Needed music I know and am comfortable with, know and am used to in the morning.
Then the morning is quiet. Sent multiple emails and did one call now nothing. Sent another email.
Hangry… yes I said it. Hate that word, but it’s fitting. Will work at Farmers. Don’t want to go back to the house, not yet.
Upbeat remix, but I forward past it. Put on Coltrane. Want to read, but have to work. Sedaris, Kerouac… spend a day reading and writing and fiddling with random thoughts. The ones you usually dismiss or think aren’t worth writing.
Peace… just want peace. In EVERYTHING, and with EVERYONE… even those you’d think I’d be after the opposite. Quiet. ZEN…. Poetry and music, Mr. Coltrane’s riffs into the day and night and into tomorrow morning. Finish the fucking book, Mike… My sister and her house, wanting one like that. That room off to the left as soon as you walk in, what I see my office looking like. Little writer’s cove. Simple, not much decoration just atmospheric focus and thesis, visual voice.
Next song…. In no mood to prospect or deal with idiots. Literally NONE. Should be writing OFFBLOG. Saying what’s really in these contemplative barrios. Travel and wine…. One word, singularity.. the Now. In this chair, watching an email come in. No rush to respond, and not just ‘cause I have an attitude. It’s not urgent.
The humor in this, sales… hahahahaha, I make myself sound. Email to one prospect, then another… WAIT, idea…. Done. See what happens. Trying to start new conversations, make them convert. More focus on Sonic and the AE story, blending it with writing and wine and BDX.
Stop thinking, just write. Write irresponsibly. Notes for tomorrow budget from commission check. Quick notes, see what the actual amount is. Want… not saying here, saving for OFFBLOG.
Messaging AE friend David, can’t do lunch but is going tonight.
People, and what they do for work… life’s work, passion projects or doing something just to pay bills. This topic and story has been a focus and emphasis of mine forever. This morning, it shakes me like 1906. Something BETTER for yourself… having to look for a new job. Just on the mind, from images of me eventually just doing wine, pouring my bottles in a small tasting room, by appointment. Have to find a way to get there… starting here in the AE story, bridging it.
Looking at wines at K&L, then Bottle Barn, what I’d make with my sister hopefully if she stays local.