11-17-24

Heading to office in a bit.  Wrote in journal that this is the new story…. Noting everything, in an inventory-like way, similar to the other day.

Yesterday running into an old wine industry friend, completely unexpected.

Heading out in a bit.  Plan set for day.  Ahead of schedule.  Nurse, her words, our words with each other… keep writing in journal.  The PhD idea, centered in and on and about happiness.  How easily attainable it is, and so many authors prove that.

Thinking like Ms. Lawson, writing more like her.  Fuck all this needing-a-job shit.  Why not just do what I want?  Be more true to myself.  She writes about furious happiness.  YES!  And why not a little radicalized SELF-LOVE/CARE/TALK???

Feeling quite fearless, this professor….  Imagining my return to the classroom. What texts, writing prompts….. talk to Nurse—  The happiness exceeds prior Beats.

This Story, what I’m trying to do… details left out but I think you know where I’m nodding, toward what.  Saw that yesterday in AV, when walking aside a block of what I’d guess is Cab, or Merlot, one of the Bordeauxs.

Inching back…. My shop, essays, thoughts shared, all with love and from a more happy and Composed Mike Madigan.