from a self-talk journal

An omelet. I want one. Won’t let self get one. Why. Why am I so into this fasting thing. Why won’t I just go get breakfast. Is it the most important meal? That’s what I’ve always been told. Oh, then I need to get breakfast.

Still listening to a book. Posted a question in the AE chat room to make it look like I’m working. And I guess I am. I emailed some prospects, and sent some LinkedIn requests. Someone could say, “Get out into the field!” No, the pandemic is still here. And I don’t have a vax yet. Five days from now, my first shot.

No nap today. Said yesterday that naps are no more but I took I think a 20-minute one. Shit… oh well.

Pausing book. LoFi tracks back on. Need an idea, one that makes me lose my breath. Again, difference. I want life to change, today. In the most loving and advantageous way. Start with that additional cup. Still haven’t made it yet.

Happy I had the night off last night, from class. Got to pick up Jackie from practice, and the look on his face when I showed and him walking to the car somewhat sprinting saying “Don’t you have class?” Then me telling him I’m ditching to be with him, so I could pick him up and spend some time. Hard to describe that feeling, when you’ve made someone’s day, especially your son, and especially as he leaves baseball practice to see his dad in the car, there for him.