Today felt like I was the star of an epic saga, the kind where you’re sprinting a 24 hour race, but the finish line’s got legs of its own. Ever felt the universe prepping to throw ruts your way? That sums up my Friday. Started off on the wrong side of bed, and it was a bad downhill ride from there. In a nutshell, that’s what went down.
So, who am I in this grand cosmic joke? Not just any regular Joe, that’s for sure. Recently, I got the lowdown on some special-traits test results, and guess what? They confirmed the secret I’ve been in on for years – my brain’s doing its own funky dance, different from the crowd. It’s like discovering you’ve been playing life on expert mode and the instruction manual got lost in the mail.
Then, as if on cue, my boss drops a meeting on my calendar at 3pm, a solid punchline to the joke that was my day, way beyond my usual “see ya!” time. I went from zero to sixty in no time flat. The rest of the day? Let’s just call it a wash. My partner Mo, sensing the brewing tempest, executed a flawless strategic withdrawal, leaving me to stew in my own juices. Dealing with having-special-powers means embracing a unique set of hurdles, like craving routine and experiencing the world in HD. It’s a road of self-discovery, and while I’ve clocked some serious miles, days like today remind me the journey’s far from over.
In a desperate bid for a reset, I hit the MoZ trail for some bike therapy. Did it work? Not a chance. I was still smoldering a day later. But, you know what? Life marches on, and so do I. Opening up about my s-p-e-c-i-a-l journey is my way of bridging gaps and spreading a little enlightenment. It’s a spectrum of experiences that’s sculpted the masterpiece that is me.
And speaking of masterpieces, let’s take a detour down memory lane with some highlights from my blog here. From the captivating vistas of Cape Lookout State Park to the frosty challenges of the Togwotee Winter Classic, each post is a chapter of my adventure love story and my embrace of the wild. Whether it’s pedaling past Lolo Hot Springs or navigating the choppy waters of job uncertainty, each tale is a puzzle piece of my saga.
Starting with my latest adventure in 2023 at Cape Lookout State Park, a place where beauty and peace stood in stark contrast to today’s chaos, reminding me that, like navigating ASD’s challenges, venturing into the unknown can unearth tranquility and insights.
Rewinding to 2016, my Dear Bozeman post echoes today’s frustrations, a call for respect on the roads that mirrors my plea for understanding and patience in the social dance and life’s sudden shifts.
In 2015, the Togwotee Winter Classic paralleled today’s trials with its test of endurance and willpower, a reminder of the resilience needed to face personal and societal hurdles related to my-special-powers.
2011‘s Hucker captured a day like today, a much-needed release from the day’s tensions, finding freedom in adrenaline-fueled moments of me.
Ah, the serene “Spring Sun” of 2010 – a digital haven on Spring Sun that sprinkled a little magic on an otherwise roller-coaster of a day (seriously, is there an echo in here?). It’s like the universe’s way of whispering, “Hey, it’s not all chaos; here’s a slice of peace and beauty for you, served fresh.”
Then there was 2008, a year that threw us onto two unforgettable roller coasters: the scenic Lolo Hot Springs Ride and the adrenaline-pumping Broken Shifter, both tales that make you want to throw your hands in the air and shout, “Bring it on, life!” amidst laughter. Right, I need to find joy and growth in journeys, despite the occasional rut.
2007‘s Getting Ready to Go resonated with the anticipation and prep for new quests, much like the mental gearing up required to tackle challenging days, is what I do best.
And 2004‘s contemplation on Waiting To Be Laid Off echoed the anxiety and suspense that often accompanies me-being-special, especially when facing the unknown or waiting on outcomes beyond my control. Yikes!
Finally, 2002‘s Wallingford Mountain Biking adventure, a mud-splattered ride of joy and fulfillment, served as a reminder that sometimes, plowing through the muck is the only way to find happiness and satisfaction on the other side. Yummy, and I now get a warm feeling of rembering how long a journey life has been so far. I feel better.
Each post, a thread linked to my feelings today, paints a picture of a journey marked by discovery, challenge, and joy, serving as beacons that, despite the rough patches, each experience, like my special-powers, weaves a unique pattern in the tapestry of my life.
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