Cheers, I say to the loft floor raising the little espresso cup the Nurse bought me, and I return to that mind.  The more wild one…. Are you kidding me?  I have to laugh.

Why did I go there.  Why did I self-doubt or settle.  Pull, from yesterday’s walk with the Nurse in Foothill Park.  Like Kerouac walking around Sur, finding more ideas and knowing self better.  How to reshape the Now and find more fitting frame.

First lecture – COMPOSITION.  Not just of the pages you submit, but your SELF.  Who you are, right now, where you are, what you’re doing.  Is there true Composition, or is it forced or contrived.

This is the question I ask myself before considering some new position.  Is this what I saw myself doing?  Even if it’s not, I make it what I want, need, what I’d rather be doing.  Writing about sales and people, their small businesses.  How they form, the tech they need….

Much in this morning’s meditation.  Peace in the buzzing around, this professor, Mikey, Saturday morning before a weekend away, unplugged and detached.  Replaying the Nurse’s words from our coffee date last week I think it was.  Or maybe it was further back.  Either way, the finality in what she said.

Have to move car, get Henry ready for his questionably needed appointment.  Got a snack ready for him, water bottle filled.  There, COMPOSITION.