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Lunch done, all three home, headed out in a sec to take Henry to his regular Friday.  Hit a few doors today, FOR ME.  Met a young lady in a tasting room.  Immensely enthusiastic, happy — actually more than happy, with her work.

Imagine that.

What I’m trying to get back to.

Walked around SSU, went to the third floor of Nicholson Hall to the English Department.  No one there, and that was fine.  Just wanted to walk around.  Emailed an old contact, waiting to hear.

Writing about happiness.

HAPPINESS.  Imagine that.

This Story is far too abbreviated for anything else, any antithesis.  I’m drawing what I want and not compromising.  Woke early today with the Nurse, and hoping to replicate it tomorrow on my own.  Bringing laptop to room, and maybe a couple journals.

The Compromise has to stop, as does the acceptance of what is lesser.  Not writing any more promises, just recording and noting what I actually do.

Email….

Sent, now to the third floor to get little Hen ready.

HAPPINESS.  The ONLY Story.

A new emphasis, that I’ve always known and acknowledged.  But today is different.

That is my BEAT.  Only do what brings the writer a smile… depression is shoved aside.  Anxiety, AXED.