Not thinking of what tho write, just writing.  This coffee and lunch/brunch spot, my newest place to practice self-care, log anything and EVERYTHING in journal.

Text from the Nurse raising my spirit, spirits, remembering her emphasize power and how much we have, that we forget we have…

Summoning her teachings and ideas, words and that smile that always accompanies.  Was in a mood earlier and still am a bit, about some people, those negative mud-maggots but also other things.  Things beyond my control… so why do it.

Why give it focus?

Calibrating my thinking, I have the power to do so… it is evident and prominent in promise.

This is my writing Beat, indefinitely… the dream within a dream, and I AM strong.

I AM, a fighter…

I AM, one who will reach their aim.