4-25-25

4 days, 1 month till I’m…. Not going to write it.  I know how old I am.

Quiet morning in the office.  09:49.  Resolved to walk the Green before getting Henry at 12:45, take pictures, at least 12 I can use.  May be too loft an aim, but that’s what I’m thinking now listening to loft and sipping latte when I should be working and pretend I’m mildly into this sales hullabaloo.

Where I am, what I’m doing – WHO, I am.  Cashing in on my STORY, just scribbled in Composition Book.  Again, when I should be working but that is part of the story.  Staying alive in this putrid pocket till one of the conversations materializes.  The one yesterday, with old colleagues, wildly encouraging.  

It can’t move fast enough, the process.  I’m impatient, more than fair to say.  This happened in 2018, when…. Never mind.

May need a power nap.  If it helps then it can’t be wrong, right?  No more indecision, just DECIDING.

Walk around the Green, maybe lunch with Henry somewhere…. Finally a Friday that feels like a Friday.