to assemble and re-assemble.
We all do.
We all deserve to.
to assemble and re-assemble.
We all do.
We all deserve to.
Final coffee for day. Ideas still at pace, in fact more fervent and frenetic than yesterday. Connecting to whatever I can, and more manuscript and momentum in blogs, blogging. Shorter entries, much like this one. Meta of meta, here.
Finding that business is not so much deliverable products, or even services, but reality, truth. That need precede the profession and confession of what you court, which is business tied to your list.
Before the first coffee sip, I see my work. All of it—the teaching, the tech, wine, running, music, poetry, writing and blogging and random notes compiled in something that resembles some order-less order, ordered. And I keep moving….
Moving around with no order then total order of compliment to my aims.
Need to make a call I don’t want to, in bit. Putting it off when I know I shouldn’t. Calling Sears regarding the bullshit fridge they delivered to our house. Talk about not just “bad business”, but just dumb business.
Sipping what’s left of the coffee, cold. Found another target. Feeling autopilot—or no, the Agency, MY Agency, getting closer. More than close.
Found event in SF, that could be rich with not just potential but immediate propulsion to discussion and something bigger than what I can immediately see. Being this writer at a tech/internet company is only sequencing in more revelation and growth. Anything can be created in this world, this office, this technology-tied ride, something—a whole industry and profession—I used to dismiss, even after becoming a blogger. Today tallies knowledge, humility, growth, curiosity and non-forecasted landings.
At the station.
No Starbucks, didn’t buy lunch, and noted 6.56 miles at lunch run. Productive day, and not just that, not just for sakes of productivity, but feeling like I am where I need be. And not focusing on product or service, or even any of them. And no geographical emphasis, either. Just getting out there, speaking. By day HUNDRED, I’ll be on more than just autopilot. My agency will be FULLY up, aloft, in total flight. Little tired after run, but I’m still moving. May need a cup of coffee at some point, soon. Yes, good idea. But just one more. Trying to cut back on caffeine, have been moderately successful in that try.
What else…. Could clean desk a bit, or let it gather more notes, more business cards, more of what people would call “clutter”, but is anything but.
3:58. Bought sparkling water at café down the road with some loose change from desk. Having some of the snacks Abe gave me just after my run. Looking for businesses to contact, and had an idea, one that will further hone my practice here at Sonic for the P-O-Z Agency, directly.
Yes, I absolutely stumbled upon something. And maybe not stumbled, but connected with something as a result of my movements. Don’t want to write it, here or anywhere in fear of an accidental self-hex. But there is definitely something here.
Connectedness, connectedness…. in genuine connection, not just networking. Want to know more about the people and the business the entire story. Forget yourself for a bit and be utterly and willingly enveloped in where you are and what greets you. Today has been a ride, for which I didn’t buy the ticket I wrote it myself. I chose this train. Loving it. Will have to take Sonic laptop home with me, to continue work—Wait, no I don’t. I’ll write on the wife laptop and email to self all ideas and research findings.
Calming self. Not allowing too much altitude, immediately. Have to write someone in company, but before I do, more notes. Planning day.. Meeting at SR Chamber at 8am, then straight to office. Shorter run tomorrow at lunch, 5 miles. Class tomorrow night, grade when on campus. Can’t believe I already have shit to grade. Not a problem. What I love, now. Used to hate grading. Gives me more content and talk material in the Room.
Everyone left, from the bullpen, or barnyard as Julia calls it. Time to self, all the activity in this office and people talking about porting and pairs, CO distances, ethernet over copper, and everything else. The new language sinks in. No, no more of that silly firehose analogy. Didn’t make that many calls today, but did move in other more creative ways, through research and… then another idea collides with my frame, this character here. What’s happening to me, today? And thinking of how my day started and that mood… that mood I excommunicated and has not attempted a return.
Will celebrate with wine, tonight. Will write. Notes. Smaller entries and jots (this post not considered, obviously, as I’m pretty sure I’m now over 500 words).
From this morning’s writings. Seeing a lot in my story and my work here, in the office. This week vows much and forces me to vow more to self.
It’s the world you put into the world.
Back from leads meeting. Brought my own coffee, and did something I haven’t done in a while… got a fifty cent refill with an old gifted tumbler. It was in no way a refill, just the kid behind the bar knows my name and I played to that card. So I thought about selling, and recognition, brand recognition yes but just knowing something or someone, and the proximal response.
Do something different with my prospecting, something. One, writing more letters. Calling less. Write about Sonic, more. Study the story and identity of Sonic. DO. NOT. GIVE. UP. OR, slow down. Keep the motion and conversation tireless and as I was told, nearly promised, “Good things will happen.” This morning told by a member, Gary, nice guy who does loans and does a lot of business, that it takes time. Plant seeds, have conversations, go out…
Lunch today in Novato. Meet as many people as possible.
Working as well on a couple side projects, that aren’t really side projects but to the side of Sonic, of course. Great lecture last night. The whole time talking to these high school kids and hearing them narrate their plans to transfer and travel, me standing their wanting to do the same. “Fuck it, then why don’t you.” True. Why don’t you, I, we? More life in the day, more life in me and life through movement, through what I do.
A wine project…. Going to take a coffee break here in a minute and write some notes on it. And, target wineries that I want to study, learn, possibly help move bottles. All these notes to self to help lift self off ground, gain altitude. Wine, bridging that stretch in my story and all the wine world people I know, bridging it here, or something. Writing freely in this morning’s early locomotive intentions with paragraphs and narration. All over the place with my ideas and writings so far. The coffee very much doing its job, and doing what I need it to. Wherever I am in the project, I’m getting close to what I want which is that autopilot feeling in this new position, yes, and of course more money, but more than that, any of that, a reaffirmed and confirmed purpose. The other day thought some of my writing and speaking ability was lost from some perceived block or mock-reality. But no. NO. It’s all a decision. All of this is a decision. To do what you want, and what will get you to your There. You reach a point where you’re just tired of it, tired of feeling a certain way, and the only steps you’ll accept are ones of a new beat and clef.
Planning to break at ten. Just sent first email. And now…. Hearing people in a meeting. Signed contract just came in through email. Celebratory, me, but only for a second. Want to replicate that, transact, over and over. And I will, through creative prospecting. And I’m getting sick of that word, prospecting. So what’s the next logical word? Is that word needing to be logical? I’m overthinking.
Coffee. That’s all I can think about. Coffee. Only one I had today was the latte from Starbux, and that’s not even coffee, really. Well, with 4 shots maybe it is. I have to be on fiery fuego in class tonight. And I mean really put on a fucking show.
What am I gong to “teach”. How about this….
Write something for yourself.
Something YOU want to read. It’s fine in fact it’s healthy to write for you with you as the intended audience.
Do it all, ALL, for YOU.
And scenes narrate the sense and its placement and decided setting.