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16:18.  Closing day.  One new opportunity, smaller business in Marin, from a call.  Stressing the tech facet, and small businesses.  What I can do for them.  Consultative, yes, but more than that.  Just be present, and communicate always.  Even over-communicating…. Why not.

Walked into one store on Magnolia, a shop with stationary and journals and all this other merch that spoke to me with funny messages and sayings, some wine-themed, others sassy and snappy.  More life, just what I needed.  Lady told me she’d owned the shop for something like 30 years.  Going to the site now…. Deciding that in order to be one about EVERYTHING small biz, I need to have one.  And actual fucking store.  So….

No idea what I want in the shop.  And if that’s something I really want to do.. but the idea of keeping a record, like a scrapbook or jouRNal, that has me moving now and electrically.

Like music, these guitars behind me.  How much time left never known so why not just fucking move with more life, NOW.

Imagine having a place, entirely yours.  What your “job” is.  There is no worry, only continuous assurance.  It’s possible, it will be “manifested”.