Saturday, December 30, 2017

One last photo of the #bronto #nightmarebeforechristmas #mural before it has to come down #bikelean #jolene #tourdefat


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Why yes, that is a vacuum cleaner in my pannier.

Yesterday my friend said to me, "Are you ok then? I worry about you." 

It dawned on me that I've created this victim persona of myself with her. That identity does not give me comfort. I never dreamed my ex-husband would do the things he has done, but that is not me. I am not living the prescribed life that my family or former friends would like for me, but I am me. I am not a victim. I am not what has happened to me. 

Alertness set in on me early this morning, my whole body filled with inspiration. Yesterday's sickness and fever linger, and it is 26 degrees. I have to get in to the office to remove a mural I painted a few weeks back. My thoughts grappled with each other: drive or bike this morning? 

I remembered a movie, 180 deg South. I lusted after the responsibility-free life of these climbers. These guys did everything to climb, surf, and sail. They gave up the things I define as success on a hunt for a thrill. Hey self: slow down there, Judgy McJudgerstein. They aren't less than human any more than you are or anybody is. Hell, they have a movie. This is their path. What's yours?

"If you set out on a journey to affect some kind of physical to spiritual gate and you compromise the process along the way, and you’re an asshole when you start then you’ll be an asshole when you finish” ~180 deg South

This is how I find myself packing a vacuum cleaner into pannier bags and donning the ski gear intended for yesterday's non-trip to Wintergreen mountain. It isn't because a sickness happened to me, but because the backside of pain is experience. Experience is life, and life is beautiful.

In no particular order I present to you, dear Universe, my goals:

  • Ride the divide from Banff to Fort Collins
  • Lose sight of shore for long enough that it becomes a new normal
  • Build a product and company that serves the greater good
  • Raise up some childrens (ya'll)
  • Keeping working a handstand until it breaks my bones

Friday, June 9, 2017

Monday, May 15, 2017

I Believe in Everything

Dropped the kids off at school and hoofed it back home with my puppy. Maybe this isn't entirely unusual and you'll be unsurprised when I tell you that I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the day. And then this music came on in my ear buds - JJ Grey "I Believe in Everything."

Well, yes. I do.



Thursday, March 2, 2017

Me and My Shadow

Tomorrow will push me back into the century commuter weeks! My body is happy... and maybe also a little sore/tired.

The unpredictable weather made prepping clothes for the week difficult. Biked home yesterday in shorts and a tank top only to return this morning in full leggings and ski base layer.



Monday, February 20, 2017

But what is our gang sign?

In two separate pregnancies, I imagined twin daughters. Instead, these two smart, handsome boys charmed my life. They fight with the worst of them, but they also have lifelong, built-in buddies. The sun was shining on us today.





Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Lean

If you're reading this, you probably know me or you share my love of bikes. If you know me, you know my love of bikes... and of pictures of my bikes. If you're reading this, you have likely made fun of my Leans. So, I offer the latest installment.

Tried a new route to work. The map showed a greenway extension, and my mind could see bits of where I thought I remember it joining. I started out pretty well. The path was more bridle path than expected, until it was more of a hiking path. I was climbing rocks along a creek bank to get around trees. It turned out not to be a shortcut, but it sure was nice.