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10:44

Mental fortitude, the Nurse reminds me.  In the break room at the office, committed to making today better than the last two.  And the only turbulence in the last two I allowed, I admit that.

Coffee after the latte, about to leave to work at LOFT.  Haven’t been there in a while, and I need to sit myself in the focus room, the first floor office which I no longer call an office.

It’s more, it has to be more.  Had a bad dream the other night that I wasn’t at the loft anymore and it scared the shit out of me.  I’m in a worker’s rile today.  Not a writer, but a worker.  Producing, and making things take shape and come alive in their most fiery form.

There’s a peace about me that’s new and delightfully musical this morning.  I can only credit the Nurse.  Feeling more HST than I ever have, or maybe it’s Kerouac.  Or Shakur.  Either way I’m continuously writing today.

Didn’t wake at 05:00 but so what.  Didn’t want to sacrifice time with the Nurse.  But tomorrow, I may have to.  Set alarm for… don’t even want to say, but it’s early.

Want to run AND write.  1001 words at least before the day is with raised wheels.

Appointment at 12:30.  More of a lunch meeting, possibly.  Nothing set.  Start conversation, don’t think about job titles, I wrote in the journal a bit ago.  Market this new Mike Madigan, all of his tracks and pages.

10:50…. Giving SELF another 10 minutes.  The fire about this writer this morning is something that has even me taken aback, a little shook to be honest, but in a good way.

Writing books in the loft, from this blog.  About EVERYTHING.

“Everything, what?” I can hear someone pressing.

One answer is I’m not sure, just EVERYTHING.  Then another is everything that makes you happy.  That gives you PEACE.  Everything for your Mental Health and character composition.  So you can design and maintain the best You that you can queue.

Seeing the travels, the speaking.  Not lectures, but sharing ideas, my story and how I changed my attitude and mood and principle BEAT.

Mental fortitude, you’re right Nurse….

Smiling to myself, and why not.