Feeling strong and confident in my Stoic practice, and from the conversation I had with Uncle last night, and his messages today.  So happy we reconnected after a misunderstanding last year.  I mute sadness, and disallow emotion.  Necessitated, mandated, ordered and stipulated.

More Stoic study, and learning it’s not what people think or perceive, that most definitions and understandings are inaccurate.  Uncle urges me, calm, slay my own dragons before taking on any others – meaning any one human or work, or anything.

Uncle writes “…kill your own beast FIRST.” Meaning the one in myself.  Hence, finally, me in therapy.  Re-reading his texts, over and over.  Like a new book or textbook, course I cannot get enough of.

Being our own rulers, sovereign thought.  I need to get back to teaching I think, somehow.  This MSP shit is not fulfilling, in any regard.  And wine, honestly… where can I go with that?  Combine its lines with literature.  Thought, not so much philosophy buuuuuuuuut, maybe.

Some of Dad’s words, Professor Coleman’s, Uncle Stevie’s—

But back to peanuts.  My own little gallery.  Lovely.  SB and Planter’s.  Not sure if there’s an apostrophe… maybe going forward I should just write about inanimate objects.  Resplendent notion.

Teaching Philosophy, but online.  Don’t have the right degree and I’m not relying on institutions and their rules.  First notes – “Happiness and Stoic practice but not too Stoic; balance and Composition of Character.” Philosophy… step away from the keyboard Mike, stop… your freethinking, how dare you—  Take a breath, focus on the kids.  Ask my little girl if she wants dinner, “No yet.  I’ll let you know when I’m ready, Dad…” Aye aye, my lady!

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