The rain’s sound. The typos that I let occur and will later edit.

No more deliberating or excess thought. I don’t have time for it. I move, then I notice the coffee in the cup go back and forth a bit like a stretch of sea during a storm.

12:28, still plenty of time left in this meditation. How can I not be grateful. How can I not love my life, where I am.. all the support and love and friendship, family around me? Is this my life?

The Nurse and I have talked many times about feeling that, day to day. Lately. I feel it multiple times, every day.

Mailed back, finally, the former company’s laptop, iphone, and credit card. It’s now 100% behind me. The Nurse came with me to ship it off from the FedEx store on Windsor River Road.

I was and am celebratory, but a bit frustrated and then again celebratory I took the position. Hmmm… so what do I do with those thoughts.

How it started, October 17th I think, with that one Sales Manager who was let go within my 90 days and it only worsened from there. A learning experience, for sure.

A life lesson that not only shaped my story and character but wrote a whole new manuscript, several books for this writer. I’ll never allow that to happen again, that I promise.

Keep writing about it – the commute, the cranky SE, the lack of communication and ever-present pressure to sell but no support.

GRATITUDE…. Feed from it. Work from it. All the Beat I need. Rogue Blogger… COFFEE. I need to give more. Everything… smiles, words, messages, posts, any kind of interaction. Give more than its opposite, ad nauseum.

Reflective today, more than others. Value of the simple, singular, minimal. Coffee and rain, what else is needed?