Back from lunch and tattoo appointment.

In office, and ahead of training schedule.  Impressively.  I’m actually a little shocked and what I’ve checked-off.  Will be walking in territory shortly.  Nice drive, music, maybe doing something nice for myself while on the street.  Imagine that.

13:50….  Guys in office talking, laughing telling stories.  I need more stories, more reactive to what I see.  At lunch at Redwood Café a man approached the register and asked where they got their meat for burgers.  The cashier didn’t know.  Man asked to speak to the manager.  Kid said he was the manager.  Old man walked away.

I sipped my water, and wondered what just happened.  Anticlimactic, but not.  Just interesting, how people act and react.  Sipping coffee in office now and needing to leave.  Two journal pages later, and I feel invincible… writing out the ultimate aim after talking to JO Saturday.

Get to the classroom you want, singularize on bottledaux, but keep other domains.  Write only sales.. from sales, but not.

About EVERYTHING… speak on attaining what you see, the vision that doesn’t have to remain a fucking vision.

Proud of myself for where I am, where I’ve brought myself in the constant firefight with negative mules.  My attention, on ME.  The Story….