by another coffee shop or thinking of how early I could take lunch, convincing myself it’s okay ‘cause I’m “in the field”.

11:00.  Washed face to wake self up a bit more, and I felt like I was looking at someone else.  Who is that, this reflection.  Mike?

Weirdest feeling ever, I swear.  And it’s this job that’s done it too me…. Wild and educating sales hellscape.  But I’m to blame, or credit.  This was a hard lesson.  Or a hilarious one.  I keep coming back to that word.

And the acknowledgment has me more at peace, mentally composed and assembled.  In Character, HAPPY… imagine that.

Taking a break.  From what, I’m not working at all anyway, not selling shit as per norm…. Downing in company-carved optimism and fake rapport, and for what? So I can chase leads like some capitalist bloodhound while my dreams dry up like the coffee on a keyboard?

11:31… Nurse called me from her lunch break.  About time the writer enjoyed one.  Nothing happening at the other laptop’s keys anyway, sooooo……

Promise I’ll be more positive when back.  Just needed to scribble out some madness, just for a bit.

Old pic of Windsor at night.  God I love my little town.  The loft there, where all books and posts, notes and whatever written.  In VV today, but soon back… and the distance not only makes this writing heart grow stronger but more set and sown in my Sonoma County Story.