Focusing on SELF for a minute. This office and what I’m doing, how quick vacation passed the writer. Like it happened, but didn’t.
The pictures, only partial justice. Not much time left in this small break, so I look at a couple then make notes, feel sleepy a bit and think “More coffee?” Maybe later.
Or maybe now. Looking at my phone, and feeling sleepy. Like I could take a Cancun nap. Already missing our room. Snap out of it, too much opportunity in THIS room, this office.
Want to get outside…. Breathe Sonoma County.
Back from quick walk…. Present and writing this story how I want to go or more how I need it to. I’m fucking 46 now. How… time just passes. Can’t give too much of SELF to any one entity, positive or negative, or anything.
Something I realized on walk. First thing when back get coffee, ready for next meeting. In Field for the first time tomorrow since my return. Huh… I’m really here. After all moments, especially the boring ones. Seeing the richness and education and growth and EVERYTHING in the “boring” is where this new character strand of content is. More later, logging back on—