Seriously no idea what else to do.

Vineyard walk, after the ’17 fires.  Think this may be here in Windsor, actually.  Morning, cold, peaceful.  I miss it.  Mornings like that.  Thew walks and the quiet, no pressure of a fucking quota or other matters.

Just the air, me, my thoughts.

All these notes and ideas for a business, stuff I’ve never done or tried prior, even the boutique idea.  And could I live off that?  Probably not.

Need something that’s low overhead, and doable NOW.  So what else, other than photog.

Slowing down, taking a breath, making shit happen for myself.

12:21, how did that happen?  Time for a shower, shave finally, get Jack to basketball at, what 13:30 I think.  Yes…. Okay, going.  Solved something, thankfully.  My mood was starting to lose altitude, better now, assured.

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