10-23-24

Why blog.

Why tell a story.

Why would a small business need me to do that for them?

That’s what I’m fixated on…

Staying in the office, for a bit.  Will head to Marin, San Anselmo, in an hour or so.  Work from that one place.  It’s like a pub, but more a restaurant.  Only been there once.  Super cozy, and always has me inspired and writing.  Last time there was after a full day of canvassing, had a glass of Pinot and messages Mom, or my sister.

Sent email to wine industry friend a bit ago, more connections than I have it’s fair to say, hoping it goes somewhere.

In my head about work, but trying not to be.  Healthy thinking, optimism, forcing it from SELF.

ME – the topic.  45 and shifting the Story one more, LAST and final time.

10:37…..

10:49, He thinks about his next move, his next thought, the thought is the move and in reverse the same.  Too. Much thinking, not enough movement.  Indecision, a killer of killers.

In office, all I have is this desk, these fucking monitors, and these emails with no responses.

Leaving office, driving to Marin.  See what I find.  Open to all stories.  All of them.  All experiences, the Newness Kerouac sought in Road.  I need a new Road…. The quality of my thoughts, thought now – the kids.

Then the Nurse…

Windsor, the loft, all the writing I’ve done there.

MENTAL HEALTH.  That is the Story… I’m not letting my own voice or voices dictate shit.

Turning this Mike Madigan, today’s Mike Madigan, into the most devoted and disciplined of fighters.  Fighter-writer, ME.

Now and always.

Told the Nurse my day was Okay, she responded with her demand that I have a great day, okay is not good enough.  As always she’s right, and I’m following her direction.

Posting this and going…. Excited for Marin.