Writing in Vacaville. Old spot. Nurse with her colleagues having their brunch at the house, me consolidating content and the Story itself. Sometimes these posts and entries read the wrong way, but nothing I can do about that.
Hemingway-like, right now. Country music. Used to annoy me, the song that’s playing, or nothing exactly the exact song but its type. I don’t mind. At all. Nurse turned me onto this rhythmic phylum.
Looking at the ring on my finger from left eye’s corner as I type. Life changing. ME, changing. Is it too early for a beer or glass of SB? No… today is about celebrating, this Composition and NO-PLAN-B mind I’ve let off the dock. Cannons loaded, looking for any encroach.
Echoes in my thinking not knowing how to sit or be still. Praise them, my own thoughts. My mental health, as I get older, learning. Still in class. No need to teach, and honestly I don’t think I can. Why…. I’m a student again. And will be till I’m gone.
The happiness I see for SELF, and that I want to share with the kids and Nurse, being written. Simple, all things simple. But get into all molecules, grateful. You talk about wellness, well I’ve never felt this well. EVER.
My past, those years always avoiding and trying to appease, eggshell walking. And I don’t do that now, I don’t know if I’d know how to if it was demanded. But the Nurse isn’t that way, ever. Calm, simple, grateful for this sitting – MY psychology.
All revolving around happiness…. Really punctuate a new perspective. This is for me, but I’m sharing. Why not. That’s what writers do, right? Cold water, staying hydrated, physical and mental Composition.
Hear people around me, customers and the kitchen crew, then a new country song. Varying my habits and hobbies. First time when the Nurse and I came here, way at the beginning. One night doing trivia and winning. Another, placing 3rd or 4th. Then another with her daughter J and then another just her and I at the bar watching football.
Our story, embodying all my areas of study. ME, student strong and dedicated, in Mental Health and Happiness (its definition, extended definition), Gratitude and Wellness… PSYCHOLOGY. Seriously I could stick my own shoe in my own ass sometimes, with my moods and ping-ponging appreciation of the moment.
Like this morning, Mom’s right… WHY. Why did I find myself with that sight? Nothing happened. I was overthinking, something the Nurse has warned me of more times than I’m able to amplify here.
Sip the water again. Drink more fucking water, Mike. Monitor all intake. Wanted to challenge myself and accept “said” challenge, like one of the bloggers I follow. And what is it, the challenge??
NO-PLAN-B.
This blog has to be IT. And it will be.
About EVERYTHING.
Everything-what?
Happiness, peace, one’s own psychology and behavior…. And, I have to type it again – GRATITUDE. Practice it everyday.
Loving this moment, wish I could share it with the kids.