11:08

Day taking off.  Typing at desk upstairs.  First meditation and concept… STRENGTH.  More than a motif or some trite repetition repeated throughout the week.  Everything requiring a decided fortitude and form, frame, formation of character Composition.  Nurse getting ready, me grateful with place purpose.  Part of this new fearlessness about me… 

Riled sense of poetry.  Verse.  New music –

Fearing nothing, I will have the HAPPINESS I fucking deserve.

That simple.

Dependent upon no Corporate gorilla, small business aims with far reach.

Just freewriting at the desk, in the home office and free-feeling.

My ambitions compounding this morning.  Thinking of my sister and what she’s accomplished, I know I shouldn’t be comparative but that’s where I am in deconstruction and this morning’s self-instruction.  Nurse, too.  Her story, her fight, her STRENGTH.

No need to any AI.  The set here is a fork in the Road and I’m taking both options, and writing a few of my fucking own.  I want to be challenged, I want to be tested… fuck it, I want to be fought.

Hearing Henry play down the hall, Emma teaching something, then finding her way to our room and Henry of course following.  FAMILY.. everything.  The STORY.

I’m the ALCHEMIST.  And the pen is in my hand, no one else’s.  Laugh at their piggish attempts to confiscate it.