In a meeting. Not listening but typing here. Pretending I’m listening and I am a little. MY mood is high elevation. Focused on MY mental health in a way I’ve never been.

Driving to HBG after this, hoping a client will sign new contract. And if they don’t, what can I do? A lovely oh-well. MyAttitudeProject, the motion is full and intentioned today.

09:30 –> Rain. Am I going out after Healdsburg? Maybe. Might work from that coffee shop around the corner from, whatever that Mexican restaurant is. Nurse and I went there once. Then, work from the loft. Staying busy and tech-focused today, AND Small Biz push from this writer, blogger, whatever I am today but I AM confident and happy, at peace, in a mood to kick ass like the Nurse always urges I/we do.

And, we fucking do. ALWAYS.

This fire about me is addictive. I don’t want to feel any other way. I won’t. I won’t let myself go into any dark arc. Can’t afford it.

Further exploring why that happens. I allow it, right? Maybe, but either way that’s not where I am now. Because I’m deciding. Looking into this new idea of small business and tech. The needed tech, network to other associated tiers.

11:33 and at Redwood Cafe. Waiting for old Sonic friend, for coffee, maybe an early lunch. Keeping my daylong lover letter to the Nurse in motion and losing sight of that project not even for a second. It’s tied to new aims and assurances, today’s confidence and character Composition.

Can’t remember the wifi code for this place. Shit. Oh well, don’t need it now anyway. Already contacted first prospect. Guy I’ve known for years… Then messaging another. One more.

The rain driving down here is something I have never seen. May have written that a couple months ago but that is what I’m feeling. Could barely see. Slowed speed, and enjoyed the music and moment for ME.