4-9-25

Call done.  12:01

Lunch I guess but already had something now taking time to write and appreciate the day.  Should not be inside.  Too nice outside to be even in this beautiful office in the condo…. Deciding to go for a walk in a minute.  Or, open Window.

Keeping spending low, have to.  Thinking of the WordPress class idea some more as this track plays, relaxing and smiling, celebrating how that call went.  Oh, have to update my contact.

Text sent.  Dying to get outside.  Then just go I tell myself, decide.  Writing with no care, no reservations or hesitation.  Finding new truth and frames in SELF.

12:30

My world and Story slowing down for a minute.  Not stopping, but assuming a Beat that works for me.  I know this stress and angst with work is ending soon.  Working on a lesson plan for a future project, the WordPress one I couldn’t stop thinking about on the drive over from VV.

Speaking of, haven’t heard from that adorable little Nurse in a bit.  She’s more than likely busy, telling my at coffee this morning that the schedule is rather full and more than likely will see additional cases.  Me, there watching her speak and probably smiling at her like some groupie, wishing I did something meaningful like her.

This WordPress idea, here in this first floor office that I love obsessively.  Not leaving till I say and DO something.  Music, perfect.  Chill electronica, atmospheric beats.  Writing everything out earlier, when at the desk in the office, on their dime.

BLOG – Sense in the simple and concise, even though I’m a bit long-winded and hyped after that call.  What am I after…. Mindful moments, gratitude which I already have but applying it here and there and in corners I never before did.

Playing with playlists.  Need to do this more.  Speaking on creating and maintaining your own blog… how music involves itself and if it doesn’t, just try it.  What I’m doing, while playing with a prompt I put into GPT but rewriting it to sound more like me, deleting entire portions, just enjoying my day.

Note to Nurse….  Was going to share it here but just keeping between us.  Our coffees this morning, taking a picture and smiling now as I look at it.  My day consisting of our morning tradition, the drive out, some time in the office and some useless robotic “meeting”, and now here in the office.

—Shit!  Have to send an email.  And need to send it now.  Making things happen, realities brought to life, and me realizing and WRITING new stories.  Not depending on anyone or anything but SELF to have new shelves of journals and notes, realities and stories told.

Sent.  This feels real, today.  What I’m seeing from the blog and what comes next, keeping it simple but not in some word count bracket or fucking capsule.  Nurse messages me while I’m messaging her.  It happens all the time and we joke saying it freaks us out but it doesn’t, at all.

It encourages us, assures that this is where we need be.