Meeting didn’t take long, still where I was.  Where I’m going, the meditation now.  Known. 

Obvious.  Was about to write the time but NO.

Staying where I am, then somewhere else.  Think I’m good for the day, with all the MRC in but still two opps demanded for day.  No problem, I say to myself.

Less and less a sales bloke, but what if I reverse that.  What would happen?

Seriously, how would the character and story and what I write change?

Nurse telling me tomorrow is her long day.  I’m envious, intrigued, more hungry for whatever it is this writer’s chasing.

Designing a day model.  Wake at 05:00 like I did the other day, workout, write, hour then thirty mins respectively.

Then in telecom.  See what happens.  Why do we always have to have objectives and destinations?  Why not the experience, the ROAD.  The intangible providing more substance and tangibility, more of a Story.

No. Music here, just people talking.  Better.  It’s own music.

What am I doing, not doing something I love. Something that keeps me up in the good way.  Where did I take an off-road?  This is fucking NUTS.