Fairfield Starbucks. Behind in BED journal, but not worried. Took Nurse to work, made her lunch this morning. First time I’ve done that, I think. We laughed and talked this morning, about many things. Something she said yesterday to me at Hop Monk in Sonoma opened a new dimension of liberation, number of levels… several new ages and songs in head now..
Miley Cyrus song playing and I’m annoyed, as well as the seat I found, the only one. Lady gets up and I eye her table, not in the middle of the floor like this. Will take it if she leaves. Waiting a bit, don’t want to be that guy. Or maybe I should just stay here, be uncomfortable, write from that. Isn’t that what I’m used to?
Thought about going back to Vacaville, writing where we got our coffees this morning. No… staying. Meditating here, embracing the scene’s entirety. Mental Composition taking new form with these new baristas and people around me, this new table and arrangement, Fairfield.
Thinking of new blogs yesterday, one for me and notes, no full sentences. Then the blog for the Nurse and I, our food/going out blog. Then another… aim being, never enough blogs and catchy domains.
Found one, but not moving on it just yet. Thinking I’m my own client and that’s the take on this that’ll pay…. Sip coffee, listen to everything. Song playing that’s taking over my attention, distracted. Music often does that. Lady still not back at table… taking it!
At new table, looking at journal prompts. All three, timely. Just what I need this morning to be honest. Waiting on a call this morning and the prompts have me loudly confident, with more ambition and certainty.
Selling blogs, ME, one project at a time. But NOT selling. Not in any respect or way. Focused this morning. Back and forth from these keys to the Nurse’s journal pages. Bullying self to production. To bringing something to fruition. Run later, car wash, take self to lunch maybe, somewhere. But the goals for day NEED to be met.
New WordPress blog, domain not secured. Later though, after the journal. 08:28, moving as quick as I can…. Know I’m sometimes too into my own thoughts. Working on a cure, if you would. Looking at this from 3rd person, what Mike sees, where he is in his story, what he wants from the day-to-day, from TODAY.