Flow, Focus, and Building a Textured Life
Pierre jumps onto the footrest right after I sit down with my tablet. He knows that spot between my legs is his domain—it’s where he feels most comfortable. His small ritual reminds me that life often moves best when we make space for the familiar comforts.
This morning has already been full. I scheduled my CPR renewal with Mark Brown on the 24th—the same instructor I’ve trusted for the last four courses. Adam, the handyman, was supposed to arrive, though he texted that his daughter is sick. That’s too bad, but family comes first.
My to-do list is straightforward: replace the sink at Monteagle, check out the kitchen sink at Yellowstone, and finish sanding and painting the gable ends. That’s all. I don’t want to overcomplicate the properties; I want to approach them as I would a canvas: balance, clarity, and restraint. Perfection is a trap. I’ve seen it in art, in gaming—chasing diminishing returns with Antimage or Riki in Dota 2.
Season 12 of D2R drops today. I’ll probably play for a few days, enjoy it, and then quit before it starts eating into my creative rhythm. That’s the balance: indulge, then pivot back to my deeper work.
The Magic of Flow
Yesterday was one of those rare but sacred days when flow poured through me. I chose the image of a mystic dancer, sketched it out, and layered in modeling paste. By the time I was done talking to my brother on the phone, I was already three-fifths through texturing the large canvas.
The modeling paste transforms the piece—adds energy, dimension, and almost a spiritual charge. It feels like building a foundation of vitality into the work, something far beyond flat acrylic strokes. That’s the art I want to keep creating: beauty imbued with peace, love, and my personal energy.
It mirrors life itself. I want my days to be a textured landscape, not a flat routine. A four-dimensional canvas: Colorado mountains, prosperity, healing, and vision layered one atop another.
May I never give up on my dreams, my visions, my goals, my ambitions. Amen.
Building Skills, Building Teams
The rhythm of property work keeps looping back into my long-term festival dream. On Tuesday, the sprinkler guy comes to teach me about Monteagle’s system. I want to absorb every bit of knowledge from the professionals I hire—the handyman, the network tech, the painter. Each skill I learn compounds toward the festival project, because when the time comes, I’ll need many hands: builders, electricians, designers.
My job will be to orchestrate them for a week or a season, then transform the infrastructure into something profitable, functional, and beautiful.
Life really does come down to how you spend your time. What skills, knowledge, and mastery are you building? I want mine to weave into synergy: art, language learning, flow arts and juggling, real estate, video filming and editing, music and DJing, writing, brand-building. Each day, just a little repetition in each lane. Over time, it becomes unstoppable momentum.
Writing, Learning, Creating
Journaling itself is addictive. Once I get into flow, it’s like painting with words. I want to keep experimenting: free-writing in a notebook, enhancing entries on my tablet, and then refining with ChatGPT to sculpt them into something polished.
I imagine future videos too—once I learn DaVinci Resolve, I’ll craft my own editing style, my own visual storytelling. Every skill feels like a new color on my creative palette.
This isn’t just about me. It’s about taking care of my family, friends, and people. If I structure my days around projects that compound—art, business, real estate, music—then I’ll be laying down foundations that benefit everyone I love for years to come.
Repetition, Trust, Consistency
I’ve been writing for 35 minutes now, still in steady flow. Adam hasn’t shown up, but I’m not stressing. Maybe I’ll jump on Duolingo with the triple XP boost so I don’t get knocked out of Diamond League. Or maybe a scooter ride to the Ent Center at UCCS—fourth one this week.
The truth is, anything done consistently starts to build results. Even the festival dream feels less impossible when I think of it that way: one small daily action, compounded over time. Napoleon Hill’s voice echoes in my ear: be consistent, and everything falls into place.
My job is simple: keep the promises I make to myself, keep training, keep creating. Repetition breeds results.
And so, I breathe, write, learn, and step forward again.
Intentional repetition creates greatness.
