13:12.  Need to get out of house, go for a drive.  Maybe to store…

Does a lot for the mind, just a drive.  It’s true, I’ve found, especially as I’ve gotten, well, older.

Teaching self to think differently.

Teaching SELF to always see SELF in capitalized form, not just the visual but feeling.

Learning a out SELF, how I got here, what I need to do next, and how certain voices need by muted.

Not sure I’ll hit the word goal in the NaNoWriMo doc, but I’ll get a little more in there.  Writing about writing in November, the month I vowed and still vow to change all this shit.

Learning to calm down, not let the nay-saying blather build our accrue any significant speed, or any speed.

Teach SELF something, now!  I say to myself in the Nurse’s home office, grateful and missing her and thinking of her story – what she always says, “Tell me I can’t, I’ll prove you wrong every time.”

Such a badass, that girl.  I swear, and still say, how the FUCK did I get so lucky?

Most recent lesson I’ve learned, tomorrow’s EVERYDAY journal prompt.  Honestly, that I can still teach SELF… that I can trick myself into different mode and mind and encapsulating manuscript.