Having a busy, hyperactive mind often shows up in my journaling as a hint that there’s something big on my mind behind all the rest of the stuff.  When I can’t finish a sentence–when I not only can’t finish a sentence but have to start midway through the next sentence–when I’m writing so quickly that I only notice the progress I’ve made when I flip the page. There’s usually a reason.

This morning I dug down through a bunch of what looked like unrelated topics and found…hope?  That small sales successes might be a flash in the pan, but at least they’re coming closer together.  That failures are easier to separate rather than have them stack up on each other.  That one more manifestation of why did you even bother to try is getting stamped out before it can start yet another mental forest fire.

Marketing.  I’m starting to think that it has to be part of my spiritual practice.  I get to try.  I don’t have to apologize for it.  I get to fail and keep trying.