Nurse on her way to the loft.  Spinning in my own thoughts.  I need this to stop.

Do I do this, or something else.  Do I follow this new idea, or stay in a present plain.  I need this back and forth to stop.  I really do.

So… I stop it.  Reason something that I won’t write here, and probably not in the book either.

Feeling lost, like with the imposter syndrome symptoms.  It’s fine, it will work itself out.  I know it will.  Educating myself on my own attitude, perspective and approach.  Teaching myself, yes, but more questions being logged in journal.  Timelines, visions, what I want to feel day to day.

A precipice.  First of its kind, and definitely the fucking last.  My Personal Legend… life’s work.  What I want it to be.  Stop thinking, stop brainstorming.  My talk with JO on Saturday… keep replaying it, Mike.  Remember what he said, what he urged you to do.

How am I in this position…?  Stop thinking about it.  Just keep moving.

A dog either next door or outside keeps whining and it’s driving me fucking crazy.

Trying to stay focused and on page… IDEA…