10:51

Windsor, at the poz loft.

Back from a 6.5 mile run, 9:06 pace.  Not sure what go into me, but I thought about BDT the entire route, much of which was modified around the high school after running the length of Conde lane.

Everything informs the business.  EVERYTHING.  All my habits and practices, production.  Like the Nurse says, healthy and productive habits… always.

I rely on her wisdom like I have never anyone else’s.  This last day of my hiatus, before the new sales story’s wheels leave the ground, I’m meditative, calm, in fighter mode.  BDT is about fighting to have your story read, heard, seen and felt.

I am a writer, and that is how I will retire.  Not as a sales character, but book molder, storyteller.  Sounding the remaining 30 or so minutes here at the loft writing in this nook, messaging the Nurse between paragraphs of course.  I cannot get her away from my sight, not that I’m trying but even if I were I’d be wholly unsuccessful.

She is my compass and consciousness… in EVERYTHING.  Working as she does, all hours and without much of a pause.  Love that girl.

Trying to focus though, the BDT shop, office, practice…. Considering all days their own product.  That is, today… the run for me, informing me as Client 1 for BDT… the writer needs to be disciplined.  The writer needs to write EVERYTHING.  All objects, sounds, visuals, emotions and feelings and even inklings are pillars in the day’s architecture.