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January done.  Moving quicker.  1 ticket for self.  Start conversation for content creation, preferably something like a marketing or advertising firm, in the city.

Lots of Business Reviews to write today, remaining assessments.

Fasting till dinner.  Snapping self out of this mood that stuck to me post dreams while asleep for a sped nap following Nurse’s leave from loft.  Not addressing content of dreams.  Might write in journal, or not.  Either way, I’m choosing to win today.

Writing at lunch like I did last night.  Tasted an Albariño last night that I haven’t in over a year, easily.  Nurse had the same.  Dinner with parents.

Forcing myself to not care as much about certain specifics and instances.  Start and end in the vineyard, I tell myself.  See those rows, hear the cut canes between the rows crack while you try to walk over and between them.

Imposter syndrome, hitting me hard this morning.  So… write through it.  The BR’s and the assessments.

Mood lifting, fog being pushed away by tireless journal notes and types here, writing letters and pushing pages into a book.  About wine, yes, but more… writing, journaling, recording the Now as it’s assured to leave and just bloody pass you.