beaming with radiant plans and sketches, future visuals.

First rule – UNAFRAID.  Have to maintain this mold.  Sitting in Oliver’s, looking around the café and seeing people smile and laugh, unconcerned and eager to share a story.  I thought, YES.

That!!

Here I am back in the loft office, so grateful and grating stories from everything… there espresso, the napkin and rubbish on tall table at store… the wine opener to my right.

No I’m not sipping right now, but see freedom int he way of business, a house and travel to wherever the fuck I want to go.  And who can stop me…?

Who can stop YOU?

No one, unless you allow.

Dad, and his detail mastery and writings, causing me to think about my life.  How I operate, my routine, the day-to-day-ness of all squares and campaigns.

The Nurse, too, teaching the same.  Differently, but similar purview.