Windsor, CA.
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She’s so far from wrong she’s the epitome of right.
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And espresso sips.
hot chocolates for kids.
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Espresso
Always in queue….
Some of us, well, not that. Sip coffee again. From the cup I got from the MSP, my whole fucking 5 months there. “Let the adventure begin”, it reads. Today, starting a new one. I say that a lot, but that’s the thesis to me, wouldn’t you say? That every day promises Newness, and some new Road, some new communication and lesson from which to grow and amplify, and renew.
08:15… Monday morning huddle at 09:00…. Can hardly wait. And yes, loads of sarcasm there. I feel fearless this morning, in a way I never have. Yes I may have said that before, but after seeing a blogger buddy of mine’s post on perception, I just feel the utter absence of stress and angsty, worry or any concern with time.
The coffee has never been more kind, delicious and enveloping. Taking a breath, meditating at the table. Time to SELF before the meeting which is more obligation that in any way useful. Breathe again…. Today, one shifting in being and language.
The poetry of the Room is clearer. Didn’t sleep enough so no way this’ll be my last cup. Huh, talking to myself like Sedaris writes. Well, a little. Can’t hear any commotion upstairs then hear Jack’s voice, saying something to his sister but I can’t discern what. Over 30 minutes to myself and I’m taking fucking ALL of it.
Distracted by a sweet note from the Nurse, and recentering. Writing books in the loft, what I’ve been repeating to myself over the past three weeks and in a way more serious than prior stares at the ceiling.
I JUST DECIDED TO STOP…. The first book. This one. What did I decide to stop doing? Where do I start? With one energy, one tone, one attitude and perceptive pattern.
08:30…. Taking another breath, time for me. Notes from years ago, somehow coming to memory. When I was in the tasting room at Kunde, then at the first telecom, then MSP, and then a note I voice texted myself last week on the way to Rohnert Park from Vacaville. About writing, and a return to past projects. Ignoring certain people and their polluting communication.
08:43…. Kids awake and I need to go set up for meeting. No anxiety about me. Won’t let it form and take any kind of hold on this writer. 08:46
Not afraid, not worrying, not letting my character curve to negative nerves.
Windsor, Ca.
07:39
11-22-24
07:12 up with kids
Rain all night and this morning. Me, tired. Not in the mood to work. Didn’t hit quota of course, so I don’t know what next fiscal’s set to bring. Looking at 2025 already, how to rig it like Dad said in my dream the other night.
Calm, meditation. Marcus Aurelius words echoing, the other day and the lies that stuck to the walls then danced right in front of me.
Want quiet, not sure how much I’ll get today with Henry home.
In the chair, Henry enjoying some cereal, and me a slow inch toward telecom. Full coffee cup, the one from Bodega Bay the Nurse and I bought I think about a year ago, maybe a little more.
Rain is still a strong and aggressive fall. Planning this next month, listening to the rain and Henry in the loft and whatever little show he has on.
Sip, sip, coffee losing its temp but I don’t mind. 2-hour call at ten. Ugh…
Guys outside working on fence, Henry telling me he wants to see so I lift him up so he can see the truck, see where those hammering noises are coming from.
conversation, then early morning meeting with the Salon owner. Small businesses definitely on the mind. She, the owner, telling me she has a night full of editing tonight, of one of her latest teaching videos.
This morning seeing her prep the extension in the back, like a lab or studio within a studio. How I see myself now, taking two pictures of camera, of the latte from Noto, cup focus.
My attitude this morning, a fighter’s. A serious warrior. Ready for whatever, and inviting all of it.
Motivated to build business this morning, feed more into this telecom place, space, world, theme… the aspect of connection and communication. Small business, the people going in and out of Noto this morning and walking around the Green, the Nurse and I in there one of our favorite and most leaned-upon haunts.
Studying. How the shops look, what they specialize in, who they tell their story. Going above the obvious. Sip latte, looking at clock. Appointment at 1300, complete fucking waste but once done it’s done.
More focus on the doors and windows and stories.