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Brainstorming and making moves with Nurse in loft.  10:14

Early start this morning, happiness and ZEN.  Ned idea.  Yes another one.  Pushed ever more forward by the espresso and the lightning storm of urgency in its tasty circuitry.

Calm, Sunday, day to collect, day to write and journal and see what is ahead of this writer, blogger.  Wine last night speaking to me, reminding me of my shop, the #vinovinevin thing.  That’s it more than a thing, or idea.

Taking pictures of fucking everything.  Meeting a girl yesterday in Marin who is a photog, and sharing several of her project ideas with the Nurse and I.  Lunch in SF in the Outer Mission with the Nurse’s youngest, an El Salvadorian restaurant that reminded me of the Field Sales days in all parts of SF.  

Everything an idea, a story, something market and narrate, to brand.  Family, a day so happy it’s hard to even conceive that it’s your life.  That’s where I am today in my mood, and I’m making it a product.

How to realize and decide this mind.  HAPPINESS, imagine that.

Quiet loft, somewhat windy, Sonoma County telling me to look closer.  Journal more, stop thinking, don’t collaborate with any AI layer.  Just be where you are and write with a bizarre freedom.

The small business, like my friend Jess and her mother’s shop.  Inventory, the branding and what to do from one day to next.  Telling your story, then telling it again.  Next day or the same day, but differently.

MY STORY – new sharpness, new magnetism, blade, language, shape.  In everything, EVERYTHING.  Even in washing the pans from yesterday morning when the Nurse made the kids breakfast as she always does.

What am I selling, nothing.  What am I speaking – Happiness, Creative, Small Business, the stories int he small business and how retelling it shows you whatever it is you’re searching and seeking, or seeing as something that can just be dreamt.

Goddamnit, why am I just having this thought now.  Better late than never yeah I guess, but I’m still asking.