Walking to Noto for a latte.  Laundry already started.  Running, back feeling much better but still feel that whatever it is.  Nerviness or tightness.  Kitchen area and loft, then quick touch-up of the 3rd floor.  07:57…. I know the day is going to race past me like a kid on a playground hurrying so they can be first in line when the bell rings.

Working from fearlessness and gratitude today, what I’ve been trying to do the whole year.  What I said at the end of ’22.  More or less practicing it, but not with the intensity I should.  

This book WILL get done.  And all character addressed adequately, portraits and observations like Capote.  Mom, Dad, Katie, the kids, the Nurse, and others which won’t have such favorable illustrations.

Not here, or there, for this morning type-talk.  I’m happy and will stay that way.  That’s what the real fight is, against or with more so yourself.  Not letting anyone push your mood or attitude or joy one way or another.

That simple.

That’s how I’m playing this day and life’s entirety.

08:00… walking.

Today, a startup of its own, independent and singular.  Like ME.

Freed, loving.