3-11-25

Off phone with client, 11:19

Call at noon, and this could be big.

Need to devote more time to writing, documenting… today the newest of new days of such.

Heading back out to VV at around 15:00 I’d say…. Possibly a little after.

Work.  What one does for work.  Passion or routine, obligatory or obsession.  I’m after more of this mentality, on the side of passion and obsession.  Now and for any other day I’m alive.

The obligatory is death.  I mean, I knew that before, but something recently, actually several somethings, have me in a new mode and mine and modality, a new manuscript for this writer.

In the focus room, and I am focused as f/ck.  Could have written it out, but feeling a bit silly added to my business-like bravado.

Meeting this morning didn’t yield a check, and I’m moving on.  Documenting all thoughts and feelings, emotions, mindful like that prompt on my and the Nurse’s watches.  Past couple mornings we saw a prompt for a mindful moment.  We’ve never reacted to it before but the last two morning we have.  And only benefits and better senses from the new practice.

Before I’d ignore the prompt.  Somewhat kvetch-y, I’ll admit.  But there’s a change.

Document everything, holding SELF to this, and the more mindful and grateful….  Quiet first floor of this gorgeous condo, Windsor, my little town…. Battling to maintain the tangibility of this thought.

And here’s a thought…..  Not listening to those people.  The people that always want to douse in negative words and thoughts, and disrupt, obstruct, persist in a constant threat to your joy.  Here’s a fucking thought, turn the other direction.  Say, fuck it, and walk away.  And walk away smiling.  You know they hate that.

Here’s an idea… smile at yourself.  Imagine that.  More and more ideas building and I’m distracted from “work” but gladly don’t give a shit.  Thinking of taking myself out for lunch.  Where ought this writer go in his little Windsor town?