Calm… zen.. focus on the room, the Story, what’s ahead of you for the day.  Making it mine.  Seriously… no more of this attitude, this mood, this outlook and voice, this putrid perspective.

This office, no windows, no natural light, just the beaming high school classroom-like long bulbs.  Distracted by how long my nails were, quick spa moment at the desk needed.

Find the funny in it, in all of it Mike.  This desk, the way some get so amped and entitled, and condescending… forget it.  On with the day.

Staying here for and till the meeting, 09:00, then into the Field—  Nearly distracted by some news alert, on watch, ignored.  Cold brew this morning.  Strong, my hands a little shaky and me with more energy than I know how to distribute.  Manager messages me, he’s in the Fairfield office today.  So then I think, what if I need something.  He tells me to message if I need anything.  I appreciate it, but I’m not depending on him or anyone.