inward jot

Mike Madigan
Jul 30, 2017 · 3 min read

Day 5, 7/30/17.

At winery before anyone else shows. Far before anyone else. 08:38 and I have a nice twenty minutes of self and writing and thought, organic contemplation and measure of my day. Iced coffee… sound of fans in production area, left. We all need time to self, in order to have true SELF. Sometimes we fee’s though we have too much going on, right? Just too many irons in the fire, too many planets circling the sun. Address each iron, each planet, each whatever, independently. Yes, it might take a little time. But, marathon pace. Start slow, then develop speed.

When I think of who I am and what I do, verse who I am vs. what I do, I find everything returns to education. Educating myself on certain occurrences and situations, what to do and what, when to wait and when to actuate. When I’m alone like this, I have time to inventory all this. I can’t say this enough, we need to take more time to ourselves, as to attain that Self, versus just a plain and surrendered ‘self’.

With a new job, one that’s testing me and to my boon and benefit, I’m seeing more. More of what I need to change, what I need to consolidate and simplify. I came here before anyone else, so early to yes have quiet, and time to self, but to be centered right where I’m sitting so I CAN inventory, count what I have in the fire, how many planets are out there. What if I brought them all together? What if we could find a way to minimize the items on our list, to pull back on inventory count? There’s always a way. Complication is permitted, no at all something that you befalls. I needed this… this quiet… the fans to the left, heard through the glass doors of production, calm me, like a wave that keeps going.

Just realized I didn’t have any music on. Don’t need any. The fans are enough. MY thoughts are enough. This table — made from part of a tree that was hit by lightening in 2012 and falling to ground at a sister property and polished, shined up, smoothed — the chairs (which is actually quite texturally agreeable, cozy), and the atmosphere around me, surrounding me, only encourages the writer this morning. Time diminishes as it always does, pushing me closer to my clock-in time, but I have THIS time, this time for me, to collect and count, calm and see.

Ten minutes left. And I’m more ready for a workday than I’ve ever been, I think. Or at least recently. I sip my iced coffee one more time…. And know this was the right thing to do, coming in early like this. Then I stop… my mind starts to wander to those other planets, to everything out there, around me, and what I haven’t seen, experienced yet. Take time… what I’m learning. Something I already knew, but this morning it’s especially reiterated. Take time for Self. And take your time. Marathon pace…. Anything worth having, any triumph worthy of your pursuit has to be taken on with marathon pace. Always.

(7/30/17)

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