7-23-24

09:44… heading into Field in a sec, again.  This time just down the street from the loft.  Feeling confident and unconcerned today.  No worries or angst, no anxiety.  It either works, or it doesn’t.  And it will.  That is the only option for this writer.

Cold brew made at the Villa, this morning’s cup.  Or mug.  Sipped on way home and I still very much feel the caffeine.

Buzzing back and forth from one message to another…. Focus.  Minimize and consolidate.  Write reactively.

Nurse texting me encouraging sentences.  So grateful for that girl, I can’t tell you enough.  Stack of cards ready, launching in 11 minutes.  When self-doubt creeps in, just fucking ignore it.  That’s when you get into the gratitude whirl and way, be thankful you’re alive, that you have this fucking Story.

Can’t get over how delicious that hazelnut cold brew the Nurse made Sunday was.  My goodness, I am so alive right now and confident, but still subdued.  Humbled.

Should be hot when I run.  Won’t focus on pace at all, just getting out there and the mileage.  Wonder what the route will be.  Something different, something easy, which all routes around the loft are… we’ll see.