No glasses so I have to enlarge the screen.  Unnerved a bit, all the noise.  No headphones and I can’t make the ones the Nurse gave me connect.

Already had a latte, so sparkling water bought here in tall blue bottle.  Starting to settle, 08:14.  Drove Nurse to work, and things planned for day which includes run, 5k minimum.  Need to get back into a routine. Enough of this stalling.  Change my day-to-day, entirely and universally.  Think about the caution I’ve been exercising on this blog, knowing some unsweetened clowns observe and read, or try to.  Then I thought, enough.

ENOUGH, I said to myself last night driving back from our dinner in Sonoma with Mom and Dad and some old family friends the Nurse met for the first time.  Red Grape, one of my favorite Sonoma County eateries.  Will go back with Nurse.

Using all of this morning, all of it.  Have written here only once before, and I feel liveliness reviewing notes from my last JO meeting.  Vulnerability, and me being my own world and caring more for that world, giving it more priority.  Telling stories and sharing all observations and realization while on this Road… discover your fire and purpose, assign it to yourself…

“No need to compare yourself to anyone else, no one else is you.  No one else can BE you.  There will never be another you, and there isn’t now.  You are distinct and powerful, and only now getting started.”

Old affirmation I found in journal.  Changed LinkedIN profile to read Content Creator and Storyteller.  No more fitting and fixing profile description  to hopefully be noticed.  One thing I’m learning in my sessions with JO, be more ME. That easy, that poetic and expected.

Navigating this new sea of self-realization and empowerment, writing the new page of purpose – akin to the variance of wave intensities.  But I continue in my scribbles and types, undaunted.

Older group of citizens to my right, long table as you’d observe and many a Peet’s or Starbucks or other coffee shop mirroring the layout of Windsor’s Noto or other.  Not getting distracted by their political exchanges and gripes and contests.  I find them interesting to a stellar extremity, how they are certain of their words and experiences, how those recalls are the most apt lens for translation.

I envy them, yet fear reaching their stage.

Lessons in everything, poignant balm for this diarist this morning.  May need more caffeine for the day’s 1001 words, and I am committed to touching this count.  See a man walking across the street, bright red shoes, younger than me.  Where is he going, what does he want, what does his week ahead look like.  Asking myself the same, but with circling intensity, in and out.

Refocus on search, what I want… too loud here.  May go back to the villa, write by the pool, or in the Nurse’s office upstairs.  No I tell myself, stay in this room.  Create from where you are Mike, don’t surrender in this sitting.  Text my son Jack, see if I get a response, or if my communication is intercepted by some witless bot, as it often is.

Again, more honesty in these posts.  More freedom, more VULNERABILITY, like JO said or gently mentioned.

(3-17-24)