And like that, it ALL changes.  Details to follow, but finally…. Fucking FINALLY.

Haven’t felt this in years, no exaggeration.  Crediting and praising the Nurse, and I have to say mySELF for manifesting it.  Made it become tangible…. 

Need to get another new journal, I’ll do that today.

I feel Mentally at peace and grateful, HAPPY (imagine that) in a way that is not possible to word, at least now.

08:56.  Thinking a shot of espresso is warranted.  Smiling like I haven’t in years, and no negative scowl-blob can move me, move my grin, stop my eyes and their new small lakes of amazement and thanks.

I did it….  Training myself to think and be different and I did.  Graduation of sorts forming and now alive.  The Universe is communicating with me directly, that is the only sense I can make of it.  Of course not taking away love and support and immortal encouragement from the Nurse, family, and a specific group of friends and professional contacts.

Thankful.  For, well, everything.

Time for coffee, but the messages keep arriving and I keep smiling and am addicted to how it feels.  Nurse working late I think tonight, and me with an entire day to SELF – prepping for this new book.  Continuing in my training of SELF, this new mood and attitude, disposition and character mind.

Everything is a project, that has been proven to me.  Call it the Universe, or Story, God or whatever… everything occurs as it is meant to.  What that means….. no explanation, just what I’m feeling now and thought on the drive over.

At a loss… just letting the gratitude drive.  Then I smile again, and manifest healthier mood, attitude, thoughts.  Enjoying these final minutes, I’ll explain later.  And by explain, I mean queuing a book.  It’s already written, I swear.  Well, in my head, but still….  I’m letting it ALL out.  Don’t think I’m going to let corporate barbarism get away with even a single act.

Oh, this feels amazing.  Smiling still, can’t tear myself away from the keys, this seat, this little VV office I share with my beautiful fiancee.  LoFii beats only augmenting and aggrandizing the humility and thanks I’m giving to whatever.

After a short break, I forget where I was in my thought Road and don’t remember and think about asking ChatGPT for help, which I almost never do, and this time don’t just sit and type and think of how I’m going to communicate in the 10:30 meeting.

One thing at a time, the squirrels are coming for me as the Nurse says.

……..

And there you go.  We’re off and into another manuscript.  Most of what I feel is gratitude, and eagerness, hunger that I was afraid honestly I’d never feel again.

But… here I am.  MANIFESTING shit. Making shit happen, like the Nurse says, and DOES.  I swear, that woman… her effect on me, what she has taught me….  No words.  Moving on.

10:57.  Now what.  Training self to not be in any way indecisive, and to stop talking myself out of opportunity.  Or anything.