6-4-25

Back in office.  Curriculum for day is write out sales ideas, on attitude and execution.  Something on calendar but not sure if that’s to stick.  Re-watching mod videos and the practices this guy encourages.  Something different for sure, but still of immense use.

Have an email to send but I don’t need to send it now.  Nurse driving back to Vacaville, can hear team members on the other side of the floor.  Still can’t believe I’m back here.  Telling myself I deserve it, and I do.

Note 1 – Tell yourself you’re already there and just fucking believe it.  Not a “fake it till you make it vibe”, but a truer than TRUE conviction.

Note 2 – Say ‘sales’, but intend on connection.  True, heartfelt conversations…

More notes on the way I’m sure.  Sipping coffee not yet made one in the break room.  Sending email in a second as I drafted yesterday at the Cancun airport.  That trip with my lovely girl, my angel fiancee who always knows not just what to say but, everything.

Seriously, no exaggeration.  EV.ER.Y.THING.

Thinking about our next trip already, what I’ll write.  What we’ll experience, how it’ll feel.  Making my mind go in a different mode, direction and be a different shape, hue.  No negative anything allowed anymore.  I’m just done.

This trip taught me that if I’m not enjoying wildly every day I’m alive then it’s me, not others.  No matter how much blame I blast.  It’s me… it’s all on me.  The Onus is MINE, as I used to share with student.

Latte at Noto with the Nurse earlier, back home sleeping in our own bed in our Windsor home, the poz loft.  And now, reflection… peace and gratitude.  I text the Nurse while she heads home she texts me back but I need to finish this thought.  Mindful… wow, where I was two months ago.  How unhappy I was… how I cursed the commute, the arrival, badging into the building, sitting down… that stupid fucking morning meeting be it Monday or whenever.

And now this.

Back home.

PEACE…. Nothing breaking or busting it.

08:44…. Meeting starting soon with my new work partner and fellow educator.  How is this happening?

Accept it and embrace it I tell myself.  Just as I will urge students in my classes here.  Be mindful and present and make it your own.  Misery is optional, agony is elected.

Choose HAPPY, as the sign says in the loft.