Writing in VV today. And working a little, I guess. Just messaged the Nurse. Better today than yesterday, whatever mood-mud had be knotted.
08:42, little more time to SELF. By EOD, changing weather, music. Simple as a decision. Watching Sedaris on a podcast or YouTube channel, how relaxed he was telling a story, how at peace he seemed. I was in study.
Still am.
Studying SELF, and how I arrived where I am.
Can’t remember the word the Nurse used this morning, but something to do with re-dedication to teaching, education. The GRE, ugh…. But I have to take it for a Ph.D. program, right?
More faith and principle belief in SELF.
No fear in this meeting, just tell the truth….
Can you imagine, not having this stress anymore? Waking and not dreading the meeting and these stupid fucking funnel discussions?
$^&*()
Meeting over. Now notes for ‘return’. Starting with Composition. Emailed …..
The aim, the journal, ideas from all pages. Nurse respond with only love and encouragement. Her words, loving me like no one else’s, EVER.
I have a bit of a carelessness about me this morning. Yes, to address someone’s comment, I have a bit or more than a bit check-out of certain streams and reads.
And I’ll be frank, it feels phenomenal.
Espresso shots from Nurse’s new machine, getting now.