3-13-25

09:39… in office, and should be for a better slice of the day’s cake.  Mind over any mess, whether external or in my own mind, whatever wherever.

Almost an hour later and thinking and rethinking the thoughts from the drive.  Doing integrity training.  Here, at a corporation. Does anyone else find some fucking humor in that?

Thinking of lunch at Redwood Café.  A salad, Diet Coke, but still way too early.  So, write my way to noon.

Nurse coming out later…. Mindful, so present that I’m below the image itself.  Or, part of it.  The scene becomes me and me it and I’m in a lovingly different alteration of perception and attention selection.

This morning’s drive, one of the more meaningful and punctuating that I can remember.

Okay… back to “training”.  So grateful to this monster to teaching me what integrity is and how to live with and apply more of it.  Fuck…

11:01…. Training playing but I’m not being trained.  Maybe I should pay attention.  No, would rather make fun of it.  So…. The drive and the rain, my thoughts and the writing I voiced into the device, that rainbow.  Sipping the latte I got with the Nurse… grateful.  Looking for new ideas here in the office and revolving around my own reality, writing books in the loft – the penultimate of ultimate and elevated and celestial targets.

I just decided to stop….  With certain attitudes, mindsets and mindful practices that were anything but mindful.

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Seriously, I’m asking myself this morning, “Who are you?” I want to know this character, or this draft, better.  I want him to teach me.  What it takes to get THERE—