Coffee, coffee…. Focus on that for a second.  Having coffee in the morning, with the Nurse.  The conversations you have, the goals you discussed just a few days ago.

11:30

Much better.  Managing myself as an account, a project.  Starting with mental health, attitude, how and who and what I react to.  Calm… this coffee they ordered is magical.  Meeting at 14:30, have journal prepped.

More into the tickets, and writing about every single one of them.  Everything from Meraki renewals to printer questions, fully subscribing to the idea of synergy with technology and aligning with tech to make the world better.  The whole B Corp thought and practice.

Texting the Nurse, missing her horribly today.  Resorting to poetry, not thinking in so much whole sentences today.

Into the tickets, everything looked at and noted.  It’s interesting how some people just think shit’s going to work with no problems.  Can’t help but find that funny…

…

Anything from Eyes

I could be in a stretch of forest

With her

Or on sand

Flying

Defying science or any set of tenets 

I have new magic or some sort of 

Self-sown and show spell

What is there to tell

But everything

In this

Whatever she’s done

Delightfully undone, me

Finally

No pressure new pulse

New hum and song, notes

Lights and new road

She blinks and I’m with new key

…

Poetry always.  For the Nurse and anything else.

Business, parenting.  Running.  Wine. 

Whatever.