there was playing.  Raining again, back in office, back to coffee and vineyard thoughts and dreams.  Passion, living in that.  Being completely at peace, and HAPPY.  Texting the Nurse, writing her now…

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Of course not posting what I wrote her to the blog, but the Nurse controls the governing code of my thinking right now and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Sending an email, scheduling a meeting a couple weeks out.  Putting self in a certain mind, where I need to find and create, more so create, my own opportunities.  Wait for NOTHING.

Wine, DTC, selling but not… to people as an idea more than product.  Which reminds me, I want to try some wine from a client, a negociant.  The wines are alarmingly low in price, but why not.  Who gives a shit if they’re bad.  

Direct-To-Consumer.  Can’t get enough of the idea.. more connection and intimacy with audience.  Free in thought, all from years in the tasting room and going out to the vineyard for peace, writing time, the Zen by a creek, or small river.

I’m more alive and motivated than I’ve ever been.  Scared the feeling’ll go away, that I’ll be triggered by something and fall into a funk.  So, in preparation, I seek to wake in mistake, to laugh it all off.  Don’t sweat the small stuff they say, which is EVERYTHING.

Tech to wine, wine to tech, and everything in between.  Love it.  13:44

May work the rest of the day at the loft.  Maybe clean a bit, go to the store before getting the kids… dinner tonight, lunches, breakfast… the visit measured in meals.  Pretty sure I’m not the only parent doing it that way.