Budget done. Reports sent. Two emails sent as well and now to enter one expense. No Starbucks. Waiting. For…..
Another cup of coffee, cinnamon dolce.
Starting more conversations and going beyond products and services and company like I noted a couple days ago and if I didn’t then I’m noting it here. This writing break, lasting till 10:15, then back to it. Quick notes and communications. Enacting the like on BDX.
Can’t get the kids out of my thoughts, them yesterday on the Green, thinking of walking from the condo to the candy shop, or to the Mexican spot they love for lunch. Or better, playing football as we did for about an hour – Emmie outrunning Jack, but then Jack catching her a couple times. Emmie spiking the ball with ever perceived touchdown.
When can I run. EOD. And do it this time! May do a 30/30… 30 minutes running, 30 strength. Upper-body as my friend has committed to for March. Wait, no. Run before 1pm meeting with partners.
Consolidation nearly done.
Distracted by prospecting. Sending emails.
Distracted again. Spoke to someone this morning about new leads and the bigger plan of eventually having my own wines, either with my sister or myself, or my buddy Chris from Caddis… somehow, someway I need to make it materialize. And sooner rather than later. Last night tasting a bottle Katie’s friend Sally made on the side. For fun I guess. Not bonded, Katie told me, and I don’t think more than a bbl made? I don’t know, but I loved the wine, and the label, and the story.
Wine-walking in my head… seeing the babies on our website, bottles named after them – Emma’s Song…. Jack’s Road…. Henry’s Grin. Could be single-varietal or blends, No idea yet, just enjoying the ideation and playful back-and-forth with ideas.
Still haven’t made other cup. Here tonight, dinner with Dan & Sue, talking business I’m sure and other dimensions and planes. One more puzzle piece— Actually two, counting the Talk Love Content sketch for a business. Not sure if I want the identity to stand as TalkLoveBrand or TalkLoveContent. The latter makes me think of TLC, which sits oddly and tritely as an offering. Old wine pictures finding me… several of them. Opening something nice tonight, like the other night with them and the Lancaster Sophia’s…. First bottle, the ’17 I think, corked. ’18 was all love and touch, music and mind. MINE. A story new, truth and a meditative and collective hue and queue.
The kids, again, teaching me about business. Story telling. Using what you have. Jack one minute citing boredom then the next quiet and writing not he couch. Emmie, same.. then lining up toys, some of them Henry’s, on the floor and playing with little Henry and teaching him what each character is meant for.
There is always a prompt, always filling for the page. Always a new song and edifice. Still being taught. So much, so quick, so honestly… by THEM.