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Already projects and tickets and a line and raining of to-do.  The MSP stretch teaching me about ME – where I excel and where opportunities are.  Or, just something I don’t for whatever reason excel at.

Coffee with Nurse this morning, of course.  Making me energized and wanting to fight the day in a peaceful and convivial way.

Becoming stressful, the day and the MSP and its pace, everything.  Breathing.  I can breathe, I am alive, there is no reasoning or rationale for grievance.  Made myself some incredible coffee, celebrating.

Alerts and messages, like Mark said yesterday that I cannot control.  What I can, is my attitude, my reaction and behavior.  Calm…. Find education in it, all of it.

Sip coffee, Nurse texts me…

Opportunity in this office, at this laptop, with these tickets.  Images and notes, communications from one department to another.  Then I realize something, more celebration from this writer…

Conversations and connecting genuinely… writing about selling wine.  And not selling like other sales roles and dimensions, but WORDS.  Emotions and experiences… triangulating truth and life appreciation, the past. Where you are and what you’re doing, how you arrived.

And much of it through images.  Pictures…. Captures like this morning in Carneros, going over train tracks in mud-fog.