12-29-24

15:36

Hike earlier up Piña Adobe with Nurse.  Views, wind, rain.  Needed.  DAY TWO, of 2025.  Today.  Voicing notes to SELF in ride over.  This new year will not be about any resolutions but just deciding things need to happen.  Not thinking, or blinking.

Only actuation with a subtle brush stroke of fascination.

Football on but not watching.  My mood now, relaxed.  Calm, and wildly confident.  No fear, of any degree of tone, only a sharp and staunch and strong ambition.

On the couch in our Room, typing.  The holiday passed faster than any I can remember.  Is that a sign I’m getting older?  Think it might be.

Plan is to wake at 05:00 tomorrow, DAY THREE.  Workout, run and weights, then write if I can.

Nurse saying she accomplished all her goals for the day, hike and cleaning.  She enjoying a shower now while I write in our room.  This seat, one of my most told writing spots.  Mike Madigan in this new year, something he’s never seen in himself before.

And writing like that gives me more fire and fuel – be more objective, like a reporter.  Journalist, Hemingway with those short sentences.

Sedaris says, “If nothing else, a diary teaches you what you’re interested in.” My interests, passions as I voiced specifically captured in the car in texts to SELF, are the only accepted effort.

No more fucking jobs.  Passion is the only world, language, custom with this 2025 SELF.

Going back to Nugget to get some filet meat for dinner.  Cooking again with the Nurse.  Last night we made salmon and zucchini on the grill, after the movie.  Later dinner than usual for us, after the movie.  Not eating till well after 21:00, and it was perfect.

The two of us at the 228 Bar, listening to Italian dinner music and having no worries.  No negative notes or communications anywhere near us.  We laughed, kissed, voiced gratitude, cleaned up quick and relaxed and readied for bed.

Gratitude and FEARLESSNESS.  What I went into 2023 with, but of course disruptions and rather than fight, which I did to some degree, I gave in.  Just fucking accepted it as reality.  Not this year.

The year new, making money in multiple ways.  Just so it’s logged, blogged.  And not everything with a sound.