Desk office home working.  Not in much mood for breaks, punctuation.  Doubting self, and trying to stop.  Meeting set for Friday, see how that goes.  In a phase and somewhat haze of reinvention.  Avoiding looking at budget, so just putting myself in the mind of having nothing.

Write till I figure it out, the entire story, till my last day here.  Plenty for lunch so no need to go out.  Meeting with old AE friend the other day, advice from Nurse and one friend, then another.  Writer all feelings.. everything.  Wanting a house, renting or selling the loft within the next 3-5 years.  Maybe less.  Wednesday… mid-week, mid-shift or beginning.  Emulating the Nurse, what she does and how she acts – the simplicity and never an overcomplicated step or project.

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Challenges only offer invitation for growth, and ascension, elevation.  More SELF – Not stopping.  Can’t afford to.  Feeling my writing beat and tone, sight, all my Composition of character and integral ingredients and components change.  Only for the better.

Me, here in office beaming in new opportunity.  Any opposition is greeted and welcomed then airily overcome.

That simple.

Onto another project, another story.  Reaction is minimal.  Not ‘cause I don’t care, but from emotion not being permitted any compilation.  None.  I stop it where it is.  Only happiness and gratitude permitted to sprout.

Nearly took an early nap but the Story wouldn’t let me.  I, wouldn’t let me.  I’m moving, with the Music of the apparent day.  Happiness now, and wherever whenever.

Writing notes, to self, any would-be page skimmer.  “The day forwards and I with it.  Shine, receive, pages and poems, new songs that will see the sky soon…” Tidying up mind then getting out, going for a drive, something.  Still early in the day, plenty of time but not.  Not taking time for granted or even acknowledging it.  Living like life is about to sign me out.

KNOW – This has only galvanized my sight.  More alive than EVER.