Going to store soon.  Too fucking quiet at work, nothing is happening and I can feel the self-doubt digs its devil claws into me.

Frustrated with self for letting certain stories develop as they did and still do but what can I do.

Change… everything.  Pretending I’m like my dad, or just HIM, period.  He thinks, but doesn’t.  He just does what needs to be done.  When he flew corporate, he walked around the Sonoma County Airport and I think one other, and marketed himself.

I’m doing that, and some leads have been produced, but I’m impatient.  That’s the problem.  People say “Trust the process.”, and I get annoyed, but maybe that’s just what I need to do.

Documenting my mood and behavior, and honestly right now I’m in the wrong.  I’m the definite, all sorts, of impatient.  And, to be brutally honest with the Now’s self, immature.

Breathe…. Enjoy the coffee.  Yes I made more.

Work, doing what you love… Nurse advising I put on some music, and get out of the house for a bit which I will.  Writing thoughts first.