Thinking too much and too hard about things, I notice that.  So.. I sit down to write a little before heading upstairs.  Messaging the Nurse, work dragging for her she says.  Tells me details and scheduling intricacies, I can’t hear enough.  Writing till 15:30.  15:11 now.  Seeing the day as music, so I turn on specific beats, giving me more a compiled and riled metronome.

Placed cursor unintentionally somewhere in above para’, decided on a little editing. Everything in the Story instructing me.  Today’s prompt about kindness, being more kind, realizing I need be more to myself.

This beat, having my mental in its own lane, street.  Write more without any fences or wire barbed… what if I REALLY held nothing back.  Feared no consequence or someone’s reaction to the posts, this blog.  Why do I care?  Why do I withhold and pause, self-wall??

Sent some writing earlier to a new contact, referral from an old friend.  Not rushing though, I’ve learned my lessons of layered lessons.  Temperament, measure… seeing the business as this new MIKE MADIGAN – free, exploratory, and grateful.

Taking a second… just listening.  No pressure to type, even though I’m now typing…