Been waiting for this, staring a new doc on the laptop. 2022. Really does feel like xmas morning to me. With chess pieces on their board, the new one I/Santa bought Jack and me, I made three moves, for each side black and white. Board and pieces on dresser in the room I’m using here at Mountain Hawk. Remaining me to play, it’s all a game, all of it.
New year, and it’s going too amazing, more than amazing, something for which I have no tag or category, species name. Another thought – NO PROSPECTING THIS YEAR. None. Meet people, get to know their stories, all of them.
Be out in the Field more, go back to my Field Sales Gang roots. Make more a brand out of me, and before designing any sites for any clients design them for ME – MIKE MADIGAN, the new MM. OR, Maddog Mike Madigan (MDMM) as people in the Enterprise Tribe call me.
Fist coffee sip of 2022…. Oh my god…. And I’m off. Failed at my challenge last year of 365,000 words in doc for year. I won’t this year, mark that.. note it. Lament it however you wish. 1000 words a day, the religion. Part of my AE routine… sales and not selling, packing nothing but phone and small journal. Like laptops, going forward the bigger journals will not be allowed outside house. That means Comp Books and Paris Pages.
Texted friend… first text of this year— Actually my firs text was to Meliss. Second text was to friend, soon checking in with Chris confirming 11:15 arrival time to help me move something in house, then off to my old grounds of Chalk Hill, Roth, Foley Sonoma. Not ready to visit Lancaster after what happened to Taryn. Believe me, I’ll get into it later. I won’t forget, believe me.
Message friend who has to work at her winery today, “GO HAVE THE AMAZING DAY YOU DESERVE.” Think this may be my thesis for 2022. A thousand words a day, all inward jots in their invaluable intonation. Watching the New Years celebrations and fireworks on TV last night with Mom rather than being at some party or club or someone’s house gather, sipping Merlot then Malbec then heading down the hall to bed. Perfect.
This is THE year. I am not letting myself fail, in any regard even the slightest seemingly most insignificant form. Certainement pas! (No way!) getting back to French, et je vais m’entraîner… (and I will practice…)
This is my xmas. More coffee, more chess, more play, more writing, more happiness and health and time with the kids, family, Chris and other more intensely valued friends even though at present he’s the only one I can think of. Well, other than Jesse, and…..
Approaching first 500 words of ’22. Everything is a first this morning, everything is launching and inaugural. Never felt this way about a new year before, EVER. Not focusing on, just continuing my beat, new ME.