to the words and thoughts and aims. Making them actual, visual, tangible.
28 days left in the year. Making each one a project. Today… collection. Started a spreadsheet… last 28 I’m calling it. Exactly as written, no capital.
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19:04
Meeting with another AE, Oz whom I think I mentioned before. Talking about a wine business idea. Domain and name and contour decided. Just texted him after he texted me his opened character for night.
In VV. Nurse at work. Saw her on the way to Nugget and home. She works harder than anyone I know. I need to match her, something I’m trying to do. And I will.
Checking the 28 days spreadsheet. Typed results. One new conversation started, with Oz but still…. Sipping a Decoy SB, nothing ornate or overcomplicated.
Different entry in the EVERYDAY journal, I’ll explain later if I remember. The Story talking to me today, and in a way that, I don’t know, reassures or something. Visiting the Nurse at work and the man at the front recognizing me and saying hello, telling me to go up and enjoy my visit with $&^^%, made me feel something.
Some new emotion. New gratitude, like I’m here. Where this writer is supposed to be.
Only snack for diner, not in the mood for any sizable platter. Only want to write, think wine and the kids and family business, where I’ll be in 5 years after reading and responding and fighting meditating in and about and from the journal’s prompt-pose.
Doing something you love. Everyday. Being excited when you fall to the pillow then shoot from it. Imagine that, doing what you love. PASSION.
No indenture censure or measure. That’s the next clef and step – MY Beat, what has the Composition complete, and on repeat.