More light now, at 06:22…. And me thinking of today as

IMG_7295the one that finishes my first wine book.  And I mean, really finishes it.  Not some fantastic fascination, some writer fantasy and self-affirming ghost in my character, but something more, something… you’ll see.  I’ll see.  We’ll all read.  My 12th year in the wine business and I think only now I get it, have more of an anvil-like understanding and conceptual appreciation for wine and the people that drink it, drink her and all her messages and histories.  How is it that this morning is this morning, where I zoom through 2,00 words always coming back to wine but acknowledging where I am here in the house with wife and babies upstairs asleep, counting on me to do something cosmic, something meteorically transformational?  I don’t know, but I’m doing it.

The vineyards.. walk them.

The wines, listen to all of them, as all of them are HER.

You, keep writing.  Don’t you dare fucking stop.  Define and tell and speak wine, all steps of yours are hers, and they WILL be on page.

this morning

IMG_2629The day assures. Grants us a certain pass, or ticket, some sight and invitation to do what we want to, and not just for the day but for the rest of our lives.  But we have to be open, more than just cordially receptive of this metaphysical missive, its message.

Saw something, a friend accomplishing something, an out-of-state office.  I look around the room, this coffee shop, and know I need to be more …. More.  More daring, more fearless, more vocal, more of everything.  What’s the worst that can happen, at this point?

On lunch,

and in no mood for where I am. And I hate saying that. What am I afraid of, I keep asking. There is no cause for a timid form. When back from lunch, I’ll be a new and renewed character. I swear, I swear this time… this time I’m going to make this my time, my time where I’m in no way held in any one place. Why did it take me so long? Don’t think like that… this is perfect timing. More than perfect.

Biz In

fullsizeoutput_1a77Waking early this morning with Jack and his friend that slept over, then taking a nap, having time with family, getting coffee for wife and I then later making buy-fly pact with wife for breakfast, me flying she buying.  Haircut, errand, now finally back home to quiet house tow rite.  Focused on work, MY work, what I have to tomorrow do in this brand management meeting.  Branding, much I don’t like the term it is a consistency and consideration, a determining reality in business.  Business and all the forms it can take, all the business types, yes, but as well what people decide will be their business, and why.  I lately have been overthinking my business but no longer with one easily expected singular word— DO.  No need for excess deliberation and forecasting in business, I’m learning.  Yes, you want to plan a little, but when it comes to “branding” I see the most healthy and essentially obvious option is to just act, start a conversation, start a small project then link with another.

Older I get, I’m annoyed with my excess measuring, diminished cut counts.  Now, I just cut, write, act.. here in the kitchen with a finally-quiet house, I exercise ME, my identity and “brand” if you wish to it tag.  The tireless writer, learning from everything, from my early rise then soon after nap when Jackie’s friend left.  I wrote that resting isn’t a sign of weakness but strength, as warriors know when to collect.  Writing down the ideas I’ll share in the meeting tomorrow, which aren’t many, but all revolve around conversation, information, informing your prospects and would-be buyers why they should buy and who you are, and what’s present in your story, your reality.  MY work, is this.  Thoughts.  Putting ideas into practice and seeing what lands, what produces.  Being eased from sleep by little voices, I learned to stop being so stressed, stop thinking so much about what need be done and just DO.  And, have fun.  Enjoy the act of actuating, the story of the build.

And if you’re in business, or a writer like me who’s also in business, or a thoughtful Human, PLEASE take moments like this not at all lightly.  Times where you can sit in a quiet room and collect yourself, think about what you;’re doing and precisely in what direction you want your story to sprint.  OF course I advise write it down, ALL OF IT, being a writer, yes, but if you don’t want to then concentrate on where you sit, where you walk— beach, park, woods, or around the city.  When I left the pillows and sheets this morning I knew today, eve of my meeting, that I would be different, that all has to be different, starting today.  With July half over, I don’t have time to measure the material.  Scissors are out, and I cut the shapes I’m made to create.  I start a conversation here, with myself and you— what are you doing?  What are you creating?  Where are you having your story go?  How are you managing the brand of YOU?