9-20-24

Today is going to be tight, in a number of regards.

Should have, a-fucking-gain, got up earlier.  Tomorrow I’m doing it, promising you readers but more importantly myself.

Scattered, stressed.  Getting Henry at 11:00…. Writing emails.  This is not sustainable.  I need to wake when JO does, 04:30.  That is the ONLY way to get to where I want to be.  Devoting SELF to the Road.  The new Road, what the Nurse and I talked about.

Writing, wanting to take off.  Read more, exchange ideas, interact and actually fucking connect.

Tired of others’ input.  Like, done with it.  On so many levels at my age… yes I’m a little frustrated.  Why did I ever… UGH.

10:02…. Latte done.  Just realizing some mistakes, some wrong turns and distractions….  The wine industry???  What the fuck….

Professor Mikey, hard on himself yes but with cause at this stop. 

And yes, STOP.  For a second.  Don’t panic.  Be grateful….  For EVERYTHING.

Deciding this new Road and NEVER looking back.  That’s how I have to be at my age.  No here and there, here and there, this and that….  DONE.

Be one of the Mad Ones… the ones desirous of everything, but singularized and composed.