In office.  Journal page for day filled.

Rain was stronger than I’ve seen in years.  Down 101 and P-Hill Rd.  But I’m here and in a mode and mood of freeing myself, from many grips and demons and attempts on my sovereignty.

Posting everything to BDX today, no matter how massive or condensed.  08:32

Latte from sbux this morning.  Not bad.  Spring slow.  One other AE in office with me.  Keep thinking about the conversation the Nurse and I had yesterday, and our story… writing more about relationships and what we’ve both been through.

Saying good morning to your person, or wishing them a nice day instead of just walking out the fucking door.

The Nurse is the STORY.  All of it.  I can see that clearer than I can this monitor, the keys.

Sent her a couple messages, no response yet.  Sure she’s with a patient, my amazing and ever-knowledge-voicing Queen.

Feeling alive and confident and powerful this morning.  My Psychology, controlled and calm, not reactive but reflective and grateful.  Watching the Nurse yesterday with the kids, making pizzas and cleaning the kitchen.

I know what I want, I know what’s meant to happen.

Sip latte, think more about the kids and the Nurse in the kitchen…

“In the kitchen…” Something to be mentioned in the book and in the column idea, definitely.  AttitudeMoodPages – See where it takes me, see what I learn about this newly freed Mikey Madigan.

Our biggest problem is, or can be, our attitude, but it doesn’t have to be.

Shit, it NEVER has to be.

Smiling at everything and everyone, no matter what occurs in scene.

08:38, still some time to SELF so I’m writing through and in it.  17.5 hour shift for her, this past Friday.  My admiration for her is far past any words I can ornately lace in this sitting.

The sense of accomplishment, of duty, or contribution, I want that.