My mind feels like a rogue kayak this morning, bobbing down memory rapids. It landed me right back at that epic campsite by the Glacier Park river, you know, the one with the Alaskan vibes thanks to the towering dirt cliffs and silt-caked rocks? Yeah, that place. This morning, though, I finally broke free of the past to post those Tuesday Night Ride pics from Sidewinder and Larch trails (2 or 3? Jury’s still out).
Maybe it’s the lack of coffee, maybe it’s the lingering Monday vibes, but today feels like it’s caught a case of the Mondays. Whatever the reason, tonight’s the antidote: a bike ride, destination TBD.
Speaking of detaching (random, I know, but bear with me!), I stumbled across an article on detaching from family. Don’t worry, no family drama here, just a lightbulb moment applying that advice to my co-worker relationships.
There’s a healthy line between their stuff and mine, right? I’m not saying I’m surrounded by Walter Whites, but let’s just say “dysfunctional office family” definitely rings a bell. Not everyone, of course, but you get the picture.
The point is, their problems are not my problems. Sure, we share the trenches, but I’m a separate human being, dammit! That means freedom to grow and heal, even if they choose the opposite path. I get to be my own organism in this ecosystem, guilt-free, judgment-free, and focused on self-care.
So, yeah, that’s my morning ramble. What sparked it? Honestly, no clue. But hey, if you need to know, that’s on you. Now, excuse me while I go find my bike and chase away these Monday blues (or should I say, Tuesday blues masquerading as Mondays?).
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