Writing in too many spots.
No more on this laptop. Noting everything, this morning. Have a schedule for self. Desired time for “cruising altitude” as Dad would say…..
Lost in a thought, not sure how to write. Running at lunch, what to write from there. Need a break. Need to toss backpack, or just use for running gear. Yes, the latter.
Organized desk a bit, plugged in laptop wife gave me. Time for break, some journal jots, or walk to car to get running gear. Or both. How to optimize day… how. Grade papers when on campus, then home for quick dinner, bed. And goddamnit, wake…. No, won’t promise. Will only do.
All the loose paper pieces and swarms around me, distracting, dividing my concentration and enslaving each parcel.
10:07. Break. Just for a bit. Sparkling water. And what else… running stuff. Do I want to run at lunch, or take self to lunch. Here I go overthinking, again..
Running. I’ve decided, finally. Need a snack, hydrate, get gear. I can just see someone reading this years after I’m gone and noting something in the margin like, “Goddamn, just do something already!!!” I agree, just so you know. Huh, there’s an idea for a book, note to future reader. And another from yesterday, the ‘argument for me’ idea. Like a very much stretched out cover letter and CV.
Different route today, for run. Out 3.5, back 3.5.
10:30 – Done with a 90 minute challenge to self for morning. Schedule done. Or a draft at least. My first, composed. Team arrives in about 20. Should go to car, get running facets. Where am I running? Just get out there and run, Mike….. note for Reps, time sheet-related. Old journal taken from backpack, should go through those pages, what I wrote when first hired, all this information about the internet I NEVER knew.
Seeing now why I stress the habit and practice and maintained habit and practice of journal writing so much. To know you, your NOW, the Nows that approach. What you want, why you want it. Today is different, as all todays are, but I note that there’s something more paralleling about today with my aims. The office, travel, running all over the world and writing about it. The journal is a beacon of YOU, a place that’s more than a place, but a stage and bibliotheque or understanding and exploration. The desk messy, and I don’t mind. It’s honest, it’s NOW, it’s ME. Why am I capitalizing so much. No need to analyze or even lightly understand.
The journal teaches not so much ‘me about me’ but to see more clearly and honestly. Fearlessly. To not fear, to not question, to just madly LIVE.
Working on attitude, perspective, how I contextualize matters and then react to them. If someone says something, and I find it getting under my skin or into my thoughts, echoing in me in any way, then pause. Find sense on the page. Make sense of it, of everything, on page. In this “journal”. And, honestly, if I can accomplish something of that magnitude and altitude on a page, is it really just a one-dimension and as-it-appears tablet, or “journal”?