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Thinking like Kerouac, but different.  Actually, WAY different.  Optimism blankets me but then cynicism sneaks in.  And why… you know why.

Wish I were as passionate about this job as others.  So maybe that’s it… my fucking attitude.  Well of course it is… then, nothing.  Breaking from the keys.

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NOTE —> Put out smiles, positive energy, positive and supporting and kind words.  Stop with the negative self-talk.  It does nothing.  Seriously, nothing.  See the image and subscribe to it fantastically.  Keep moving.  Why stop? Don’t let yourself.

Fire about your character – your character is a creative and accomplishing blaze.  So, move that way.

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Working from home.  Sometimes I think it’s great, others I think it’s the devil and will be my fucking demise.  But then I stop myself – “What?  You fucker… this is what you want, writing in the loft, photog, creative, only committing from floor 3 to 1.  You dumb dick, stop complaining…”

Just notes to self.  Probably not the most positive, but the truth.  Feeling like a one-person circus.  Maybe I should take a break, go get some coffee, or a cocktail.  Well, not a cocktail but a beer, but that sounds in no way good.  Like, at all.

Shit I’m a mess right now but not the worst I see.  There’s something educational in this crimp and folk, this character crumpling.  But what?  How do I define it?

13:47, Henry will be here in about an hour.  See my neighbor Eric walk by with his dog.  I want a dog.  Actually no I don’t.  Really, I don’t like dogs.  Or, I like others’ dogs.