I have to get my own place, ringing in my head since I opened the first eye before getting in shower. That thought, then an intense need to be with my kids. Tried to have them this weekend in a swap, but you can guess how that resulted. Someone urging me yesterday to fight more, what do I have to lose. Agreed. When she said it, I more or less dismissed it and partially didn’t hear her. Not sure if I didn’t want that kind of advice or what, but this morning it’s all I’m hearing. And not just in certain transactions… everything in life like I said to Trent and Ian last night. For the startup, for financial freedom, for my kids, for my health, for RUNNING – which by the way I was posed to go this morning but there’s a cramp and soreness in my neck on the right side and slightly on my back, so no way I’m running this morning. Hurts to even type this bloody paragraph.
Heat Canadian Geese outside, behind me. The morning is beautiful, new and light, just looking out the bathroom window getting out of the shower. Want a latte, some writing at Peet’s in Sonoma. Get out of here, this Nook, Skyhawk.. be int he car and enjoy the drive. Angry after thinking about certain voices and characters, words, pages…. I need the drive and time to self. MUSIC. That’s what’s required this morning.
FIGHT, Mike. You have to. Now there is no other Road to take. General in my own army. Put something out there, now wait. Sip coffee, log $5 toward house. Three new listings from MLS and I hate each one. This is BEYOND frustrating. Be patient… oh my god, say that to me again, I dare you.