Often when I’m up I immediate start stressing and overthinking the day, especially if it’s Monday.  And I never used to be like that.

That above couple lines were written last night.  8:18 now, and didn’t wake when I wanted.  Overslept, actually.  More than 8 hours.  Just made espresso, and with kids.  Only time for touch and go notes.

Breakfast for Jack and Emma, getting Henry at 10.  New timetable, new way.  More than ever, my bases is needed.  No more about that.  MONEY… how to have the sub rosa operation in creative.  Ugh, could kick myself right now fro not waking at the aimed-for time.  I went to bed early, not a drop of wine or any craft, and still I slept past beacon.  Body must have needed it, people would say.  So what.  I need more business, more rev, MORE of EVERYTHING.

Frustration compiles, but nothing I can do.  So incredible irritated with self for not waking earlier, when my friend does to make boards or do 90+ minutes at gym.  Letting it go, I have tomorrow.

8:55

Leaving in a little over 30 for Henry.  That’s when the fun starts… his little trots around the house.  Can’t wait for his reactions at the beach.  The birds he always waves to, his laughing and jumping when seeing me approach the vehicle with his siblings.

Day, sure to be amazing.  What I keep repeating.  Not so much self-affirmation but more reality.  Manifesting, as my friend says.