And not just about wine and what’s in the glass, but purpose.  Dreams, and not letting them just remain fucking dreams.

Not settling.

Writing your story, keeping it simple, and always set in passion.  And interest and purpose and pursuit so elevated that you lose sleep.

That’s where I am.  My sister, what she’s done.  The Nurse, and how she formed her frame.

PASSION…. Why do I get pulled in any direction other than—

Stop, start now.  Starting conversations….  Not just Sonoma County and the vineyards, the tanks and these trucks carrying heaping squares of lots and clusters and special clones.  But what you want from life.

What you will be so excited to face the night before that you pace around your bed rather than sleep in it.

About EVERYTHING, wine… passion… storytelling.  Books and pictures like the Pinot last night the Nurse and I paired with Taco Bell.  I’m waking up… seriously.  Waking up from the doldrums follow and safe play.

But, I’m an AE.  Need to fill the funnel.. exactly what I’m doing.  Be seen, make calls, knock doors… sending anther message now.  Two actually…. Wine is deciding to be happy, the tasting room doors and the echoes, setting up for a part of however many by a row of Chardonnay or on a mountaintop like the Kunde days.

Finally… FINALLY.  I’m writing again.