Typing in Room, kids on their new tablets playing some interactive game and talking to each. Other trying to figure out where the other is.
8:29am, coffee in room, can hear their happy speak even with their door closed. Me still waking up, now positioning EVERYTHING for a new house, business, travel, this new year. Katie gifting me a year’s subscription to the Peloton app, me vowing some speed work later.
New fitness routine starts TODAY. No joke. Going to log and make everything, even this first cup of coffee. Sip again, place it on nightstand to my right. Hear babies still. Not babies anymore with Emmie turning 6 on the 15th and little Kerouac 10 this coming Feb. How. And why. Why does time have to do what it does?
One aim for this new year – my attitude and mood, general mode. More of the positive pulses with which people associate me, even if it’s a bad day or something or someone’s attempting lower me or I’m allowing them to.
Magic of the Meta… more of that as well, much more. Just where I am, what I’m doing. Everything a story, an essay, a statement on EVERYTHING.