Right now, I am different. I am making myself different.
Writer, blogger, Dad, runner, health pursuer.
Doing everything different today. For my family, for ME.
Getting coffee with the Nurse this morning at Noto like we do from time to time when she stays at the loft…. Deck right above the café, catching me for some reason. Nothing special about it per se, just how it looked and peace I felt walking there with the Nurse.
Keep writing I tell myself, notes to Self. What I’m learning from this room, then another. Coffee here isn’t that bad, to be honest.
Writing in BED journal in a sec, but coffee first. Always coffee first. Thinking too much about too much. I notice3 that— Man walks in, looks angry. His car, that I saw him walk out of, looks old and beat, like it’s near its end. In his head I imagine him hoping this place tells him it’s beyond repair, that he needs to get a new one. He wants that confirmation for some reason, even though he very much knows it’s the reality.
The writer waits for his car, day on hold till it’s done. Fuck, he says to himself. “Why didn’t I make an appointment?”