I am back into daily selling of time--at least temporary. My almost six months of non-daily business could be summarize as a period in which meditation was napping. Now I am back into other morning routines. It is pivotal to always take good care of the mornings. I've been reluctant to go out at night just to give respect to the freshness of the mornings. At some point it's about waking up even if an hour later I go back to sleep. I like to cook in the mornings too.
But I'm going to stop trying to be Gary Gilmore. My new workspace is a micro vertical city--home of one of the owners of this nation. It is a corporate environment. I'm wearing neither sneakers nor jeans. My contractor status, however, helps me dealing with it (plus I have an artist as a co-worker). The situation is favorable.
What has impressed me about this place is they have real plants in the hallways. Every pot has a pipe to pour the water--an idea I'm going to apply to my lonely plant. The person that takes care of them is another contractor. She wears jeans and has a peasant-like style. She is the ultimate resistance's fighter.
