Not sure of the day’s blueprint.  I know we have a blitz or something later, for two specific services, but other than that…

Thinking about what the Enterprise guy told me yesterday, about networking and not focusing so much on sales and the deal, the contract and quota.  Totally agree.  Older I get I’m becoming less a sales bloke, for sure-SURE.

Alarm off at 05:45 and I left the sheets and pillows nearly in a half-second.  Mood current – a little anxious, uncertain, lowered.  But nothing I can’t write myself out of.  My whole thought driving over here through the fog in East Rohnert Park or just Sonoma County land, “Get out of it.. use the page. Enough of this.”

Wrote the Nurse a note this morning before leaving, wish I had time to write her a longer one.  Committed to our STORY, this day, the fast I’m in since 19:00-something last night.  Running today, cometh whatever may.

MILES.  HEALTH.

The new story and punctuation about this writer…

Journal getting full, year coming to a close.  This year, about so much.  Hard to singularize.  If I had to though, give it one focus or category, it’d be Mental Health, and HAPPINESS.

Imagine that… being happy.  Doing what you love.  Waking up to the Story you want and have always wanted EVERY fucking day.

What I’m writing for.  And I will attain it.

More than motivated, and certain.  Time 08:13 and I’m taking this time for ME.  Not to do anything fucking telecom-related.  This is for me… my time, my happiness.  My story with this godly Nurse.

Latte’s a little stronger than I expected. What did they do to it?  Ha ha… have to laugh.  Laugh at EVERYTHING.  Especially myself..  Go further into the thoughts, my priority and purpose.

My life with the Nurse.  MY work, what I want my life’s work to be.  And now this writer scribbling differently, with a renewed MADNESS.