Today, returning to my AAE days of being a prospecting animal. Speaking with Kerri and her roommate this morning about business and opportunities and manifesting has me hungry. One cup of coffee there, and now a 4-shot latte.
Payroll items, then to canvassing. All day. That’s the mission. Studying the fiber map and sending emails. Marking self—
Wait, do I have today off?
Holy shit… I DO. OMG… perfect. And yes I just wrote OMG. Catch up on receipts and budget, running…. LinkedIn writing, marketing self… I’ll say it again, OMG. What a fucking gift. List of areas to hit… most importantly, #prospectesk, the new dominant terrain in creative and general production.
Sending an email in a second, another. Payroll stuff done. Setting three I guess what you could call networking appointments. What a mitzvah.
Have to calm myself down. So much I want to do and places I’m thinking of visiting – one winery, then maybe another. Taking self out to lunch, but not before a 4-mile run. Street, no tread.
Okay, time for receipts. I know I always say this, but I’ll never let the stack get his high AGAIN.
Okay, time to log…
Finally done. Goddamnit, look how much of my morning that devoured. My own fault. Should never let the stack get that high. Have to get Henry a new car seat, then a little seat for the bath like he has at his mom’s house…. What else. List of EVERYTHING I want done… tasks for my own Agency launching into the week, new front against the 2022 Quota.
Listening to that Post Malone track yesterday that always reminds me of Jack, and how the kids were here one minute then gone the next. How does that happen? Why does time do that? Knowing exactly what I want, and it’s all for them. All of it.
Still nothing on the house front. Not even frustrated. Indifferent, really. At least this morning I am. Thinking too much cages me and my mentality. The whole day at my 12, the horizon. Taunting, encouraging, daring me to do something different. Anything.
Pens on the desk, reminding me I need write on actual page and use ink more. Stop writing these exhaustive sentences. And poetry… why do I always slip away from it. Checking again for houses and nothing. That to itself is an essay or book-length statement, exploration. Still in disbelief about the day. Tycho playing as always, and about to run some errands for house. Groceries…. Looking forward to it actually. Makes me think of MY house, whenever I get there. Know how I’ll feel when I do, partially… missing the hunt, search. Funny how our attitudes change, and perceptions and understandings of our own character moves. One minute optimistic the another questioning.
Still in AAE readiness, layering self in newly-decided yay-say and creative ways. Hilarious, I had no idea today was not one to work, to be in AE steps. But I am anyway, which could be seen as even funnier.