I wrote a lot this week.
1 hour in my personal pattern recognizing notebook.
And hours of transcribing, and writing. Vernon.
And I got a podcast episode out of it. Nice.
It's coming together. Nicely.
This was nice, this last hour and a half.
Reading a little out loud, recording, and writing.
Writing a lot and quickly.
I even did a few 5 minute writings and saved them in my weekly journalings, this one is one of them. But not 5 minutes, just what I feel like writing.
I heard myself say "This is sick" a few times. I was actually pleasantly surprised, and I do enjoy my own writing, when it's good. I have to say.
I transcribed some stuff today I really didn't like so much, but it's alright, it's nice to see, and feel, that I don't like it, I even told myself to focus on that feeling that I was feeling and see it. It's nice that I told myself that, how present I was with the feeling is questionable actually.
It's 6:31 am. And I could have closed everything and slept, but I'm writing this right now.
You could always be writing. And it's a shame to replace these tiny moments that save and keep so much, with a continuance. idk.
I'm glad that I took that time when I so easily could have gone and done something else. it's so easy to keep moving between things. Let's stay in our mind. This state. It's nice.
I'll meditate I think.
So first I was with Tare2 doing you know what. Then we walked back, he said bye. I got on my phone, got my headphones in and bam.
Love.
Oh it's a new year. Right.
03.01.2021
Good stuff.
