I need to get on the phone more, I know. Be not cold in calls but warm and unexpected positivity for the person on the other end.
Talking myself out of this lull, this fucking mood mud that I have no idea why is here, where it came from. Why… why is it always in the morning when it hits?
Stay busy, that is the cure obviously. Just made two calls, both to voicemail. It is early I guess. This writer needs more coffee. And more time to collect, no stress… maybe I should walk to Noto for round 2. Why not.
I’ll leave in a second. Will have on badge, so I can be seen as the neighborhood telecom guy I guess. Couldn’t hurt.
Daily list…. Written, and still writing. I am out to take complete control of MY Story. From wake to pillow. 09:22, plan written. On schedule as I’m in the sales story technically but technically cheating in writing this for blog.
Feeling better. Out of mood. Fought it off successfully, and now am ready for another walk to Noto. Should just make espresso upstairs I know, but…. Need the air. The outside. Walking meditation. The air, sounds I know Windsor to communicate, feel of the air crossing Windsor River Road…