Musing

+12C & rising . . sunny – a great rain free day
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beautiful walk, Gusta roams tall wet grass stopping to wag for dogs, stay-at-home moms & kids at the bus stop – her legion of fans grows
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I started writing; I wrote about my ‘yesterday’ – it was a long & funny & cleverly wordsmithed description of how clever I was, how great dynamics will produce good things, yadda yadda
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I had drafted dreary meaningless self serving swill – DELETE !
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what is at the heart of that need - the reason I need to seek validation in such a contrived way ?
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if this was a ‘one of’ it probably would not grab my attention; but this déjà vu record has played before & before . . .again & again; Sigmund . . vhat dos dis mean ?
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why do I need to fluff my ego ? why do I need to explain to someone that I did good ? where in my chromosomes or childhood does that come from ? my self esteem & large ego are in good shape . . no shortage of stroking they get, but this is different methinks
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pondering
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both meetings yesterday were obviously invigorating; today I have another ‘explore new territory’ meet with new leaders at a company I’ve done work with before . .
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a weekend of many little projects ahead
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to dream, perchance to drive . . . to chip, perchance to putt
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happy weekend !
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Mark

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